"It's Not Daylight; It's Just Me!"
June 12, 2005
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We caught the tail end of Peter's birthday camp-out
on a windy spit of land in Bodega Bay. Felt a little
overdressed in our Eurovan, but its warm and still
shelter proved popular with a group of 6 or 7 women
who gradually made their way in to escape the torrent.
I had never thought to put a table cloth and candle in the
We woke to a brightness we hadn't expected. "It's not
daylight," Peter shouted to us. "It's just me" in his gumby
The weather proved kinder in the morning. Warm sun and sand, just
enough charred firewood left at the end of the weekend
to toast a few more marshmallows, and enough wind to
fly a couple of kites.