Because It’s October

ByShae

Because the apples are falling

and the light is fading

under its own golden weight.

Because a road trip scrubs the rough edges from a tired mind.

I threw a bag into the backseat and headed north.

Ukiah, Booneville, Philo

Elk, Jenner, Freestone

I found fruit.

I drove.

I talked to myself.

I drove.

I watched the days deepen into autumn.

I drove.

An old copper jam pot bigger than your kitchen sink? Yours for $700.

Bottles and jars. Blue and white.

Cookbooks for the intrepid housewife.

Recipe for a Fall Road Trip

1 blue Subaru
1 pair cowboy boots
1 favorite pillow
2 cameras
Bluebird Cafe (Hopland)
Pumpkinfest (Ukiah)
Coffee Critic (Ukiah)
Redwood Valley Farmers Market
Boonville General Store (Duh)
Farmhouse Mercantile (Boonville)
The Apple Farm (Philo . . . get your quince here!)
Antique Society (Sebastopol)
Goodwill Industries (Everywhere)
Northern California Highways 101, 253, 128, 1, and 116.

Gently fold all ingredients together in a large addled brain. Let sit quietly for two days. Stir. Makes 1 life-affirming serving.

 

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8 Comments

  1. F-in' gorgeous!

    i need to whip me up one of these – quickly!

    i love this post, i love your photos. thank you.

    (and i will forget i ever saw that jam pot, ahem)

  3. Sounds like a perfect trip! That area is so beautiful! Year ago I took a bike ride from Grants Pass, OR to San Francisco and went through a lot of that area. Going slow is awesome!

  4. Nice work. I'm inspired by your recipe. I like to do such things around my birthday and it's just around the corner.

  5. That Bluebird Cafe sign's a beauty, especially when it's lit up at night. It, alone, is almost worth a weekend road trip. I've bookmarked this recipe for middle of winter, when I'll really need it.

    Your curious spirit and get-up-and-go makes me smile.

  6. Thanks, y'all, for coming along on the ride. I would absolutely love to hear other people's road trip recipes. Post them, bloggers! Or just tell me about them.

    Tigress: I heard that pan calling your name. I heard it, I tell you. :-)

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