I was digging through photos from last year so I could practice post-processing when I came across our Mendocino trip. It's a charming suburban town north of San Francisco that had an old-timey feel to it. It's one of those places that feels like it's always sunny and gives that feeling of nostalgia despite us not having grown up in this country. Maybe I've read it in books or saw similar scenes in movies. I don't know, it just looks familiar.
We rented a canoe and paddled our way up the Mendocino river. We've never been on a canoe before but it felt easy to get the hang of it. As long as we synchronized our movements and agreed on a direction, we were pretty much set. After a few minutes, it starts to feel like you've done it before.
When our arms became too tired, we'd put our paddles in and the let the slow current carry us. These breaks gave us a chance to appreciate the plants growing on the edges of the river and say hi to other folks drifting in their kayaks.
I opened up a bag of fresh strawberries and we sat in silence for the next few minutes while popping one strawberry after another in our mouths.
I think about California and this is what I always imagine. A coastal town with an easy vibe and endless trees. Of pastel orange and yellow skies and sunsets so beautiful, it's hard to keep your eyes off it.