On Saturday, we headed down the long and winding road toward the Mendocino Coast.
We were prepared to head into stormy weather, as we'd been hearing reports of dire weather in the Pacific Northwest. But the sky seemed to lighten as we headed north. We stopped at this charming place:
It's the tasting room for Navarro Vineyards. We'd pre-ordered some wine and gourmet grape juice for the holidays. It was worth it just for the scenery, let alone the wine. Check out that gorgeous Saturday Sky.
After we picked up the wine and headed further north, the sky really began to darken, as we'd expected. We got to the Little River Inn and prepared to hunker down for the storm.
We got the fire going, opened a bottle of wine and sat down to watch the weather and wave action. Our view was gorgeous, even though it was gray. And there's more to the inn than the view.
That's right, something for Mr. Celia. After his first glass of wine he said, "You know, it looks like I could get in nine holes before that storm hits. Would you mind?" I wouldn't.
After all, there was plenty else to do. I had these Fetching Mitts to finish, cookies to eat, wine to drink, and a fire to tend.
Not to mention the storm watch.
It was a glorious two hours alone watching the roiling sea, staying warm, and knitting to my heart's content. Later, we had a delicious dinner at Cafe Beaujolias (coconut cream pie with flourless macaroon crust for dessert!!!) and when we got back to our cozy cottage, It's a Wonderful Life was on the tv. That movie gets me every time. I don't care how corny it is, it's a classic and I'm always in tears by the end. Then there was the good night's sleep. Holy cats! I can't tell you how wonderful it is to sleep until you wake up naturally - eight blessed hours - and then wake up to this:
But wait, it gets better.
While we ate brunch (Crab Cakes Benedict!), it completely cleared up. Completely. So I sat out on the porch in a rocking chair and knit, while Mr. Celia watched football inside.
Please note that I am wearing a turtleneck, having shed my heavy sweater because it was just too warm in the sun.
A weekend getaway like that is the perfect antidote to my busy life. This morning I was seeing color everywhere.
I mean it.
And today has been quite the breeze. Nose to grindstone, but in a good way.