North Coast Brewery Taproom, Fort Bragg.
Feeling a lot better this morning, slept really well at the Montgomery camping area. Slogged out the sandy path to the beach at dusk and took some pictures of spooky driftwood shelters.
After a breakfast of corned beef hash, I worked on all the little things I’d been needing to mail: car insurance, LA street sweeping ticket ($45), notice to my old gardener that I don’t live there anymore, keys to the new people.
At the gift shop I grabbed a variety of beverages, as well as a newsletter listing a load of breweries in N. Cal, Oregon and Washington. There’s a lot of them — I could spend weeks drinking my way from one to the next, if that was what I wanted to do (in a very small way, it is, but life intervenes). I refrained from buying a t-shirt; I’ve already got too many t-shirts as it is, and I’m sure there will be other temptations.
Someday there will be t-shirts (as well as other clothing) that you can change the message at will, so you can have whatever logo you want, one day to the next, or change it every minute. Hopefully they won’t be full video for a while — that would be way too distracting.
Am feeling a lot more peaceful this morning. Walking on the beach helped, as did a good night’s sleep, and a day or so away from the cellphone and the internet.
Aside from San Francisco, I’ve resisted the urge to do any shopping, especially of the tourist variety. Though I think my van does need a bunch of new stickers — when I was at the Vanagon place in SLO, they told me that the suspension always has a little bit of lean in it, and I added, “…to the left, like the owners?”