When I write, I often talk about where I live. The reason for that is because it is such a place of beauty, sometimes I can’t believe that I live here.
I was born and raised in Southern California and I loved it there, but once we had children we just felt that we wanted to be in a place more conducive to raising a family. After much research we narrowed our choices down to a handful. We knew we wanted to be in Northern California, near the ocean and it had to be a small, tight-knit community.
Fort Bragg was one of that handful. To get there, you have a choice of a really, really windy road off Highway 101, or another really, really windy road off the 101. Either way you go, it is such a beautiful drive you hardly notice all the cars pulled to the side for a vomit break. As we wound our way through towering redwoods, feathery ferns and wild sweet peas I had a feeling of excitement; had we found our new home?
When we hit Highway 1 at the coast we were looking at the most beautiful, picture-perfect view. That’s when I knew. We were going to live here someday.
It wasn’t easy. In fact my husband was unable to get a transfer for two years and was only home on the weekends. But eventually it worked out. We’ve been here for almost ten years now and haven’t looked back.
I’d love to share my town with you. My BIL took me up in his plane when he visited recently and I got some great shots of the area. Consider yourself my guest while you watch an aerial slideshow of the Mendocino Coast.