Back to the Bay Area and points north, our home away from home
We have reinstated our routines now that we are back at Sea Ranch and not sailing into a new port each day. Our exotic people watching is confined to local hangouts like Bones Roadhouse.
Our cultural outlets are the play at the Barn (Tuesdays with Morrie (very well done);
the Dog Daze event in Gualala; at which all local dogs have an equal chance of winning best of show even if they are nowhere near the caliber found in refined show circles;
and, the Point Arena Pintos event.
The saga goes that a woman, whose neighbor’s wild horses knocked down her fence, ended up adopting them and taming the wild beasts. They now have a book , a website (http://photographycreated.com/ ) and a blog (http://pointarenapintos.blogspot.com/ ) to their credit and are quite reknown in the area but rarely seen.
This event allowed us to get close to the owner, trainer and horses, but, after you have met the horses and watched one circle a pen with a trainer for about an hour, the thrill is somewhat diminished.
What I found almost more intriguing than the horses was this large “family compound” located in the remote hills high above Point Arena. What kind of people are these who could actually embrace so much family in so close a proximity?
And so… the stories just never stop.