One more Mendocino post (interrupted just for a moment to celebrate Alex’s birthday yesterday). We were scheduled to leave on Sunday, and while we knew we had to come back home, we weren’t quite ready. We meandered out through Van Damme State Park and even managed to find some of the camp spots where we stayed with our friends years ago. It was a weird feeling…to see this empty spot and realize how much time has, and hasn’t passed. It wasn’t dejavu, and it wasn’t horrible or wonderful, but it was just a moment when we both felt the time. Do you know what I mean?
We were headed to Secret Beach (recommended by many at the inn), but found ourselves instead at the Big River Beach, which is that spot under the bridge where the driftwood collects and people have made forts and seesaws and volleyball nets and magnificent totems. It was very Where the Wild Things Are. Neither of us remembered it from before, and we were certain if it was there, we would have been there too…but we were here now.
We spent our morning here, then back to the headlands for lunch on the bluff, and the local grocery store for Mendocino-made provisions (mustard, wine, coffee–you know the essentials), just in case we needed a little Mendo magic back home.