Megan and I went glamping at Costanoa last weekend. True glamping (glamorous camping) involves a butler and chef serving you in your tent, and will set you back $600 per night.
Ours was more modest.
Our tent bungalow featured a bed with heated mattress, an alarm clock, and fresh towels. A big improvement over sleeping bags in a collapsing tent!
It was five minutes walk to this hiking trail, which led to the ocean.
Standing in front of the waves, Megan reminded me how fortunate we are in life, with our health, jobs, gourmet cuisine, wonderful friends.
Truly we are blessed.
Then she immediately pointed out this dead seal.
I don't know how she spotted it so quickly. I had to stare for many seconds to find it. It's like those pictures for kids where they circle the five clowns hidden in a scene.
I love open plains like this. It gives me a feeling of great peace.
Megan pointed out how we (or more frighteningly, she) could dump a body in the reeds, and it wouldn't be found for days.
A corncupia "Horn of Plenty" in front of the lodge. Look how the baby's hat is like a little pumpkin!
Deep red velvet cake, at the Costanoa restaurant.
People were very friendly. The table to our right struck up a conversation. They were a couple celebrating 30 years of marriage. The dinner table to our left poured us each a glass of red wine, from a bottle they brought from Napa.