In the meantime:
We woke to gray skies, but no rain. It was cool but dry, at least for a while. We went for a walk down on the beach and watched surfers trying to catch some waves – they were very small waves – and watched dogs chase each other up and down the beach. On the walk back to the Inn, it started the sprinkle, but not much more than that. The area was slowly beginning to wake after its seasonal nap. There were hills covered in heather and others covered in bright yellow flowers.
Breakfast was a full English breakfast of bangers, bacon, eggs, toast, roasted tomatoes and baked beans. All served in front of a nice toasty fire. We got to meet the only other visitor in the Inn, Julie, and had a nice visit with her.
After such a stout breakfast, we decided to take our chances and drove up to Bodega Bay. For those not familiar with the location, it was where The Birds was filmed. This mean braving Highway 1 again. I did all the driving, mostly to keep from getting carsick. With all twist and hairpin turned, it only made sense. We drove through little towns that were a blink and a half big before reaching Bodega Bay. It was sixty miles from where we started and it took us two hours to get there and that was without traffic.
It had really started to rain when we got there, which didn’t help the town’s overall view. It was like countless other little fishing villages along the coast. The charm that Hitchcock had found there was hard to see. It looks nothing like it did in that film, but it was still fun to poke around. They truly loved what Hitchcock did for them and the tourism it brought. Homage to him is everywhere.
We gassed up and then had some lunch at The Tides, which was the name of the restaurant in the movie. The original restaurant burned down years ago and the new one is, again, nothing like the old one. We had a great table by the ocean and watched the seals frolic while waiting for lunch.
A seafood restaurant, it was natural to have seafood and I ordered fish and chips. It wasn’t until it arrived that TBG thought to ask about clams. Not only did they offer them, but they use the same oil and had just fried up a mess of them. With regrets I had to send my fish and chips back and settle for a hamburger. She reassured me that they used different oil for the fries. The burger was fine, but not what I really wanted.
After that, we drove to Sebastopol and got into a horrific bottleneck of traffic before getting out to Highway 101 and headed back. The rain hit with a vengeance and the drive was a bit tense. It took us nearly two hours to get back and that was at highway speed. Just because it was raining, it didn’t mean anyone was slowing down. Still, all in all, we got back safety and with no incidents.
To discover they were replacing the router for the Wi-Fi and no Internet. I had to make due with reading and a nap… TBG went out for ‘a walk’ even though I knew it was to help the techs. When we returned, it was with a glass of wine and no good news. It would seem there were issues (Oh, computer issues, what a surprise). Will it come back before we leave? Perhaps that’s Bast’s grand of getting me to rest.
The rain eased off, but I had no desire to get back in the car and drive somewhere, so we had dinner at the Inn. We started with clam chowder (TBG is in Seventh Heaven) and I had a lovely beet and goat cheese salad. We followed that a Porterhouse steak and scalloped potatoes for TBG and I have chicken curry. Not too stuffed, we split a bread pudding.
Neither of us felt like going back to the room, so we settled into the Snug with books and the fireplace. We were the only ones there and it was nice. There was a singer in the bar and he was very entertaining.
After a bit, I said goodnight and headed up to the room. I opened the window a bit so I could hear the frogs singing and settled into bed with my book (What the Cat Dragged in by Molly Milligan). Outside I could hear the frogs and the rain, it was great music to fall asleep to.