One of our very favorite places for romantic getaways: the Northern California coast just above where the Russian River spills into the Pacific Ocean. My birthday is just around the corner and Russ suggested we head out there again. I never grow tired of it. The light is different every time of the year and with clear weather ahead for next weekend I can’t wait to see the coastline bathed in autumn light.
Some people say California is too dry, and certainly with the drought this is no laughing matter. But I do like the silvery grasses with feathery tops that catch the wind and reflect back in whites, lavenders, frosty greens, and gold as the sun prepares to go to sleep. Typically by this point in the day we are heading to the open pit fireplace to enjoy a bottle of good wine and some nibbles at the Timber Cove Lodge, right near where this picture was painted.
On one occasion when we stayed at the lodge we stopped at Korbel Winery first on the way to the coast, picked up some sparkling wine and chunks of sinfully good salami that we couldn’t finish (though we gave it a good try). We returned to our room after a lovely dinner, fell asleep to the sound of the ocean, leaving our deck door slightly ajar. In the middle of the night I thought I heard Russ rummaging around and called out to him, only to hear his voice in bed on my left. Well if that was Russ, who was that in our room. I switched on the light in time to see the greasy hasty footprints and furry hindquarter of a local raccoon who obviously made off with the last of our salami. Maybe I should paint the raccoon next time.