Getting to our beach house in Gualala was a trip in itself. We dabbled here and there. The drive through the red woods was cool and crisp, if not one of the most windy roads I've ever experienced (cue: nausea). We resurfaced in Healdsburg. Lets just say they don't call it well heel'ds burg for nuthin. It was jammed full of fancy shops, stellar food stops and super friendly NorCal peeps.
The Oakville Grocery Store. A killer lunch spot and picnic supplies stop.
Waiting for lunch at the Oakville Grocery. Sipping a glass of local Sonoma Chardonnay by the fire. It's still a bit nippy outside.
La Crema - one of our fav wineries. Gillian is giving Charlie the tasting highlights while the kidlets colour in the background.
Monkeys in the Healdsburg park. Check out our new shoes! Yes - same size.
By 4pm we arrived at our beach destination - Gualala (meaning 'where river meets the sea'). The tiny logging town was brimming with character. A perfect intersection of thick woods and epic stretches of beach, and tons to explore.
Our abode in Gualala. Many decks make hard play. The kitchen was the best equipped that I'd ever seen.
Trekking to the beach. Worth every step.
Mila, Sophia and Alfie setting up camp.
Los banditos gearing up for a walk.