At 8:00 this morning we started walking north from the Pudding Creek Trestle. It was 46 degrees, cloudy and with just a slight breeze. We had a potluck breakfast to look forward to after the walk. I guess that I was distracted, or I'll use that as an excuse, but I'm not sure whether Beth and Bob were present. They had said they were coming but I can't remember seeing them. I'm sorry Beth and Bob.
Otherwise, counting a few that could only make breakfast, I think that we had 23 people: Eve, Gary, Charlene, Barbara, Kim, Doug, John, Tracy, Kelly, Shari, Peter, Diana, Jeff, Jean, Fran, Deb, Sam, Mark, Eric, Chris, Dave, Nancy and Tom.
Guest House Christmas Tree
I had told Nancy that there was no way that we could host a Potluck Breakfast in this small bungalow house. Our previous house was considerably larger. She insisted that we could and I admit now that she was correct. Nancy was right and I was wrong. Thank you Sweetie. Everyone seemed very happy and I thank all for the delicious dishes. It was a good day.
Great Blue Heron (mad at us because we probably scared underground the gopher he was staking out)
Pudding Creek Beach
Man of many talents, John, I think, sculpted this hand and ice cream. It looks like mine!
"Blogger" has a mind of it's own and I can't control where it decides to place a photo or what size font to use. If I've forgotten to include your name, well, I accept the blame for that and I'm sorry.
EVERY TUESDAY AND THURSDAY, GROUP RUN/WALK @ 7:30 A.M.: COASTAL TRAIL - MIDDLE, behind the Fort Bragg Fire Station.
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