Secret Town Fun

After two hours of transit, a flurry of dis and reembarking, winding down 2 lane roads through forests and by the still California drink, I arrived in Bolinas. What followed was a weekend that among other things, had the vexing task of discerning fact from fiction in this place. All road signs leading you there are removed and utilities are independently run by the townspeople, who are sumptuously welcoming. After smacking my lips around a few frofs at the sole watering hole the town, and me with it, moved the revelry to the beach, where a bonfire brought cool cats outta the woodwork and we gas bagged through the night, punctuated with intermittent dips in the moonlight, before turning in at the town surf store in a sturdy hammock. I bid the town adieu in the morn, as a small shuttle bus wound me out of what I consider naively my own little secret, nestled on the coast, on yonder over the GG bruh!

Max Favetti
mfavetti@mail.sfsu.edu
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