Porto Bodega

. The bracing salt air fills your lungs as you walk along the sandy beach dunes of a sheltered cove. Listening to the sonorous ocean, the see-saw of crashing waves and the lull of a gentle surf washing to and fro, stokes esprit within you. . Pink and orange iceplant creep along the sand between the boulders; wild seagrasses and purple heathers dot the sands in haphazard patterns. Massive pieces of greying driftwood, long since washed up from the ocean, are scattered throughout the cove forming natural sculptures accenting a house. A home. Beyond the home are other sea-weathered buildings, businesses, and a marina. . The cedar shingles of this home look as if they have endured through many changes of seasons and climes -- pale grey and splintered yet, as you glance at the house, the resident's possessions (those that you are able to see through the windows), indicate a warm, comfortable retreat. . The aroma of wood smoking wafting up from the chimney of the house compels and invites you closer, to stairs that lead up to the deck in front of entry doors.

Exits:

southwest