On Sunday we played tour guide and took Paul’s parents up to Pt. Reyes to see some whales. The drive was so beautiful. Everything was green and pastoral with poetic farm houses. Pt. Reyes was as beautiful as ever except for the fact that there were 68 mph winds. {see second picture} Remember that 72 mph equals hurricane speeds. Anyway, we got out of there quick and made the mandatory tourist stop overlooking the GG bridge just as the sun set. I think we live in the prettiest place ever.