I took the road more traveled, and it led me to Muir Beach.
Now that's what zucchini should look like! I've already posted a picture of our sorry-ass little zucchini plant.
View from my room at the Guest House. I switched mid-stay because my reservation was wonky, but I was about 95 percent Zen about it.
A happy dork.
The Wheelwright Center, where I did the majority of my writing. That's my backpack on the couch.
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