The endorphins kick in, nature beckons, and we shed our fears as adventure takes us over. I don’t remember my exact thoughts at that moment, but they were something along the lines of “Did they sneak some magic mushrooms in his breakfast this morning? Has an alien taken over my husband’s mind?” But you see, something amazing happens when we step outdoors to explore. The man who holds his breath and covers his face when we hike through a meadow of bees. So despite the fact that he had his EPI pack, I was shocked when he said “It’s only two miles, we can walk fast.” This is the man who wears a bee suit to work in our yard. Eric is HIGHLY allergic to wasps (and has a scary 911 call and hospital visit to prove it). We found the Canopy View Trailhead and stopped dead in our tracks… Here’s where I thought we would turn around and start heading to Mill Valley for a nice early dinner. Not satisfied with an easy stroll through the grove, we wanted a trail to take us up into the trees so we chose the Canopy View Trail to Lost Trail to Fern Creek Trail loop. A family of quail crossed our path, as did a group of scientists with clipboards and rubber hip boots. Nothing to attract a horde of Instagram junkies, but certainly attractive to naturalists. The creek trail was a nice, easy stroll through the woods. Lucky for us, we were able to follow most of our intended route, which followed the creek parallel to Frank Valley Road - we just hopped off the trail a little earlier and walked on the road. So we had to pull out our map and find a detour.
The Redwood Creek Trailhead was just a few feet from the inn and there was a sign at the trailhead saying a bridge was out. Our walk began by turning left on Shoreline Hwy.
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Is it just my overactive imagination, or does everyone in California look like they’re movie stars or musicians? To my surprise, the rock star couple were inn to inn hikers just like us! As the man announced after breakfast, “I can walk all day and sleep on the ground, but my girl has to have a bed.” Our walk that day was only supposed to be 5 miles - the shortest day of the entire trip. The woman was sporting high-end athleisure wear. He had long hair and a Crocodile Dundee hat to complete the picture.
The man was wearing an ensemble that I can only describe as “rock star chic.” He had on a cutoff shirt so you could see his flat abs and boots that were either genuinely old, well worn leather boots or he paid a ridiculous amount of money for that look. There was a couple who looked to be in their late 40s. One of his projects had been to redesign Alcatraz. One of the guests was an architect who stays there every time he has work in San Francisco. She chatted with everyone and made us feel at home, bringing all guests into the conversation. Her conversation starter was that she had tripped on a melted ice cube that morning and so was moving a little slower than normal. She was completely scatterbrained, forgetting to bring us sugar or someone else’s butter, but she was absolutely delightful. Our breakfast at the Pelican Inn was a traditional English breakfast, complete with a waitress who dressed like Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter. “It’s only two miles, we can walk fast.” – Eric upon reading Wasp Warning sign, Day 3 Day three of our Walking Holiday in Marin County began quite auspiciously.
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