It's My Fault

David, Nana, and I took a trip to Point Reyes on Saturday. Surprisingly, it wasn't as foggy, windy, and cold as much as I had expected.

Along the way we stopped at Muir Beach Overlook and Stinson Beach.

The next stop was the Point Reyes Earthquake Trail. I have been wanting to visit the San Andreas Fault. Not just the genearal area (I live there!). I wanted to stand on it. Saturday I did. Nana and I took a stroll over to the North American plate and David was on the Pacific plate.

This cute little critter was kind enough to pose for us right in the middle of his afternoon snacky.

Sadly, the lighthouse was closed. That was ok, but hell, it was hidden behind a big hill! You couldn't even see it. And, the wind was almost blowing me down! So there we were on the edge of the continent. Literally.

On the way back we had to slow down at least four times to let critters cross the road: a couple of deer, a raccoon, and a skunk. Well, it is their home, not ours.