SUNDAY OCT 21, 2018 // THE LARGE MOON GOT SWALLOWED BY THE FOG

SEA RANCH, CALIFORNIA

I can’t take pictures of walls like Aubrey can because I don’t know the history of art. I only know what looks good to me. Travis convinced me to drink pumpkin whiskey beer last night. He was a kind and engaging fellow. This choice in beverage was poor however. The drummer in the band’s name was Trash. The tambourine player was dating the guitar player. I told Travis she was trouble.

The Brewers lost to the Dodgers and had terrible body language in the later innings. This was irksome to my companion. We woke in the bright morning. The fog finally cleared. I bought a newspaper and coffees from the Surf Market in Gualala. Afternoon was soccer on the beach inside a tiny cove, swimming in the sea (same cove), and a Swedish sauna above a grassy bluff. After the sauna we performed some research in a native plant garden. For dinner we had oysters and some arugula that was nice and wild tasting. After dinner we took the dog for a long walk in the dark. The moon was large but the fog returned and swallowed it.