Dear Friends,
Today Zing! and I drove to Guerneville, CA, and discovered a charming, slightly shabby-chic little town on the gorgeous Russian River. I found it when I was looking online for somewhere to stay with friends who suggested a wine and food weekend along that river. It took about 2 1/4 hours to get there and almost three to get home, when traffic was heavier. Of course, the first thing I noticed was the pair of truss bridges near the center of town — one just for pedestrians. The river’s not wide and it's unspoiled, lined with pebbly beaches and tall trees— I suppose they’re redwoods. We left Rosa in a riverside parking lot and had a beautiful walk over the water. When we got back we ran into the driver of the only other car in the lot. She complained gently about homelessness and petty theft and said there are many gay businesses in town. She prefers her home in Sebastopol, where she said she doesn’t even lock her doors.
Back in Sacramento I ran into a friend, a California native, who told me Guerneville is indeed a gay getaway, and I found online that it’s referred to as “The Provincetown of the West."
What I like about Guerneville is that it’s friendly and not hyper-fancy. I checked out the cottages that led me there in the first place, and they look cozy. When I went into the homey office and called, “Is anybody here?” no one came out. Felt pretty peaceful.
I’m glad I visited.
Love,
k
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