Gualala

Yay for Grammy and Grampy, who wanted to hang with the kids for the final few days of Spring Break.  Chad and I decided to divide the time evenly, with 50% allocated to getting-out-of-dodge and 50% for job hunting / taxes.  Since the second 50% is decidedly unfun, I'll focus on the first half.

Nutshell vesion:

We drove up to Gualala, our favorite old haunt.  I can never resist taking a picture of the GGB as we drive over.  And I've lived here for eleven years.  Pathetic, right?

We arrived in time for a very late dinner.  Yum for the dinner – always fab – but truly this place is all about the breakfast.  They deliver it to your cabin.  And the coffee is good.

Rustic.  Redwoods.  Relaxing.

We moseyed down the coast on the way home, and stopped to marvel over sea otters, sea lions and/or harbor seals (never can seem to tell those apart), and just generally spectacular ocean views.

Job hunting and taxes will either seem not so bad after such a nice break, or they'll seem worse than ever by comparison....