Blue Moon,  a Tuesday, we drove to Bolinas Lagoon with my dad’s Minolta in hand.  Mom gave  it to me just before Daddy died when I was there last year.  So where are the photographs?  Tide pools, scary plasticky Pink starfish, Mauve and Puce and Pepto-Bismol pink, and limey green anemones.  I picked up several little gray sandstone rocks with holes drilled in them–what does that?  I had about ten of them, Steve said I was “going overboard”.  I think I need at least 10 to make a necklace. We drove up the coast to Occidental, and we were very low on gas and there were no gas stations.  We coasted 1/2 way to Sebastopol after Italian Dinner at Negri’s.  Stevie said let’s come spend the weekend sometime and eat in all the restaurants and stay in the Union Hotel.  Now we know. the gas gauge reads 1/4 when there is 1/2 a tank of gas.

March 31, Glen Ellen, Jack London’s house, a really swell time and a hike in the fresh air.   Then, Glass beach again, four bottles and some little crabs underneath,I picked up polished cobalt blue glass, and lime green glass, Stevie found pottery sherds with words.

April 19, I fly alone to Portland to spend Easter with Mom, and Dick and Vicki

April 28 after a storm, Steve and I drive down to Glass Beach on the Berkeley waterfront to dig bottles out of the newly-exposed bluff that used to be the dump.  Some very cool pieces.