Port Reyes National Seashore

Labor Day Weekend 2009 held much promise as we were looking forward to a long weekend.  On Sunday 9/6/09, we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge to Point Reyes National Seashore.  It was about an hour north of Sausalito on Route 1.  This road is the scenic route along the California coastline.  The first ten plus miles of Route 1 proved to be very twisty and crowded.  Ingonish has always had a queasy stomach in the truck, but has done well on motorhome trips.  We were keeping our fingers crossed. 

Sure enough, he proceeded to vomit two times in the same spot on our way up.  Luckily we had throw rugs down, but quickly used all of them up.  At least we knew his stomach was finally empty.  We figured it was worth it just to spend a day at the beach.

We soon found out Point Reyes was not all we thought it would be.  The roads were unpaved and bumpy and the scenery was less than inspiring.  Still, we were there and wanted to make the best of it.

The coastline proved to be very beautiful with bright blue skies.  At the southern most tip was Point Reyes Light.  We always like to see as many lighthouses as we can.  We found out the lighthouse was situated at the windiest point in the United States.  I believe it.  The wind was horrendous.  It made the wind at our Canandaigua house seem like a small breeze.  With all the rocks below, we could see why it was such an important place for a lighthouse.

Kevin decided it would be fun to take the dogs on the beach.  A few words came to my mind:  salt, sand, misbehaved.  See where this was heading?  The sand had a consistency of dirt.  I stayed back and watched the action instead.  I got jumped on the weekend before with muddy wet paws and this weekend was much cooler on the coast.  The three of them jumped in the water having fun.  The dogs absolutely loved it.  They also loved drinking the nice salt water and eating and rolling in the nice sand.  Thank God there was an outdoor shower where the boys were promptly bathed before heading back to the motorhome.  It was fun watching them have a good time.

The trip home proved to be just as exciting as the ride up.  Ingonish threw up the sand and water that he swallowed.  There weren't many places to pull over to let them out.  So, Cabot decided to pee in the motorhome without any warning.  Nice.  Even though this wasn't our best trip, we enjoyed spending time together and managed to have fun and laugh along the way.  Kevin bathed the dogs and shampooed the motorhome carpet when we got home around 10 pm.  I sat on the couch and watched TV:)