We rented a car, booked our lodgings, and drove north on the 5 freeway. It's been a while since we opted to drive that far north and the ugly 5 reminded us why. It is a sad freeway, with cattle farms, dirty truckers and some of the worst drivers you'll come across. But, seven hours later, we were in Pt. Reyes, and all was right with the world.
This is our third trip up to Pt. Reyes. Despite the fact it's far, and small, and there's not much to do in town, the place keeps drawing us back with its breathtaking scenery, local and delicious food, and peaceful charm. We had two goals for this trip. Hiking and eating. The husband was all about the hiking (I played along). I was all about the oysters. We accomplished both goals, and more.
At the Kitchen Door, the husband enjoyed Korean sweet short ribs, with a delicious fried rice (I will be making attempts to recreate), and I devoured a steaming bowl of pasta bolognese. The finishing touch, churros with dark chocolate and dulce de leche sauce.
Not a bad way to say farewell to 2011.