San Francisco & Michelle's Wedding - Day 3

Apparently this is a "Tsunami Hazard Zone" and you need to go to higher ground or inland in case of an earthquake. But that's not what I'm going to do. Classic case of guy on the ground. He doesn't go anywhere. Not even if there is a natural disaster.












The Ocean was just as beautiful as I remembered her. And we couldn't have picked a more perfect day to come out to visit. I wish I had something majestic and poetic to say that would do these visuals justice, but sorry - I'm fresh out. You'll have to try again later.
















We had more than a few hours to kill before the wedding tonight, so we decided to drive West to Bodega Bay to see the Pacific Ocean. James and I stayed up into the wee hours of the night drinking whiskey, so I needed a double shot of Fanta. Cause don't you wanta Fanta Fanta? It works wonders. I was really looking forward to today. Although I last dipped my toes in the big ol' Pac back in February when we went to Oregon, I can never get enough of this beaut. Plus the town we passed through was called Bodega. I can get down with that. And the fact that they have a Volunteer Fire Department. Can anyone join or do you have to pass a test? I was thinking about moving out here and signing up.



We stopped at the Bodega Country Store to grab some snacks and beverages. You know these little corner stores called Bodegas. Say it with me - "BO-DE-GAS". You can tell these places because they always have incredibly old products. But the weed ain't bad. They had a statue of Alfred Hitchcock out front and it wasn't until someone mentioned that his movie "The Birds" was partly filmed here. Although I have never seen that classic movie (or many of Hitchcock's greatest), I can understand how the creep factor was achieved by filming in this tiny town. Well done Sir. Well done.
Jenny made time to take pictures with the people, of the people and for the people. Tyler, James and I were more than happy to be a part of this production. After all, what's better than beautiful looking people in front of beautiful backdrops? Millions of calendars and magazines are sold each year on that premise. You should be thankful that I'm giving these ones away for free. You're welcome.





























Times passes like it always does and soon our time at the beach was over. We all piled into the car and made the 45 minute trip back to our hotel. Apparently a visit to the Ocean takes a lot out of some people because Jenny snuck in some ZZZs on the way home.

We still had a little bit of time before we needed to head up to the wedding, so I used that time in the best way possible (and in the only way that made sense) - by going for a swim in the pool. I don't know how many other people are staying here (besides the old crack lady with a lot of miles on her tires) but I can assure you that no one else frequents the pool as much as I do. Who else gets their money's worth out of this shady hotel's pool? We went across the street and grabbed some Wendy's. And then the time came to get dressed for the main event.
As you can see here, the sun was out. Because of that, it was absolutely necessary to bring the guns out. If you've made it this far in life, first off - congratulations. Secondly, you should be familiar with the common phrase "suns out, guns out" by now. If you haven't had the pleasure, then I truly feel sorry for you.




















I love the Ocean. In more ways than one. I love looking at her, thinking about her and being inside of her. I realize now that when I label the Ocean as a female, all of this sounds a little weird. And a little creepy too. Things often go that way when I am left alone to my own devices. This is why I often ask people to come along with me on my endeavors. Someone needs to balance me out to keep it normal.


















Even though I live near a large body of water (Lake Michigan), I still appreciate the vastness of the ocean. I don't mean to cheat on the 2nd largest of the Great Lakes, but everyone knows that bigger is better. With the Pacific Ocean (and Jenny Reck casually walking by) in the background, I go about my day with ease.  Since I am so used to something of this size, why should I let it bother me now?

















From atop the hill I had the luxury of seeing as far as the eye could see. And from up there I could see many things. I would waste your time listing all of the things that I could see, but what's the point in doing that? Descriptions cannot replace what your eyes take in. So sit back, relax and let the good times roll. I'm sorry that you couldn't be there at the time, but aren't you glad that you're here now?