are building sand castles, all-ages are jogging, teenagers are giggling
and slathering up with lotion, and seniors are reading books under
surfers in wet suits are braving the waves, seagulls are screeching and
swooping, and dogs are running their owners.
Unlike some California beaches,
Stinson feels uncompetitive and friendly (360º)We
can't shed our shoes fast enough. The sand is firm but warm and
we run down to the shoreline and tease the waves to get our toes
wet. A good day
to soak up some sun and dream of paradise.
a couple of hours, we decide to wander over to main street in downtown
Stinson and check out
some of the shops and restaurants.
All of Stinson
is no more than a
block and a half, but
restaurants, boutiques and artists at work.
a great day we've had. It's almost time to head back to our
hotel, but not before we find that mysterious little town of Bolinas,
sometimes referred to as the last outpost of the 60’s and 70’s
Back on the road...