Last week a certain someone spent her birthday in stunning, dazzling Mendocino.
Sun, fog, cliffs, beaches, waves, tower houses and The Corners of the Mouth.
Accommodations were in a pygmy pine forest just outside of town. The trees r just wee so it's plenty sunny all day and the sky at night is jet black with billions of stars, big as tennis balls.
In town (above) we heard someone ask "Where's the "Murder She Wrote' house?"
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