Psychedelic graffiti on the beach in Bolinas.
Last weekend we were lucky enough to get to spend the weekend with some friends in Bolinas, a tiny town on the Pacific coast north of San Francisco.
Not sure exactly where it is (because these days nobody uses maps, so when you’re driving, all you have is a tiny phone version of your immediate area and some annoying woman telling you the next step like two seconds before you’re supposed to make the turn so you either miss it or endanger the lives of all the people in the car as you swerve to make the exit… But that’s a topic for another day.)
Plus they’ve taken down the road signs leading to the place, because the residents don’t want anybody coming to visit.
Feel free to read the rest of this post if you’re curious and want to see more photos…
The road to Bolinas is lined with Redwoods and Eucalyptus trees. But no road signs.
It’s the most on-the-down-low-place I’ve ever been to that is still within an hour of a major metropolitan area. Which is pretty impressive. A secret surfing town, a haven for artists, writers and musicians with a colorful history shrouded in rumor and mystery.
Still can’t get over how COLD it is in July over here… people are at the beach in wetsuits and polar fleece… but it’s still breathtakingly beautiful and otherworldy in a way that made me actually consider checking out some of the houses for rent. Sadly, I think the commute from Brooklyn is a bit too long for a weekend place. Oh well. A girl can dream…
Many more photos below:
A typically uninformative sign on the beach.
The sandcastle my family made on Saturday afternoon.
Beautiful gardens are everywhere here.
This pretty much sums up the vibe… though it’s WAY too cold to surf naked, in my opinion.
We saw a beautiful exhibit of bird drawings by Keith Hansen at the Bolinas Museum.
Ah, the beach. What everybody is here for…
Clearly this is a town that enjoys a good play on words…
I can never pass an old car by without photographing it…
Yep, we went into the surf shop and came out with Bolinas T shirts. I can’t remember the last time I did that…
Everything was covered with graffiti… I loved these little rabbits on the beach barriers.
Smiley’s Saloon, the town bar, with live music that is actually quite good.
We could use some of these boxes in Brooklyn…
I have a thing for a hand painted sign. Even if it’s hard to read.
So after passing by this place and learning about marine biology for the first time, my daughter has decided that she wants to be a marine biologist and go to school here. Can you blame her?
The road up from the beach.
Next time we visit, I’m shopping here for sure?
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