the houseboat

Staying on a houseboat was completely new and atypical for us. People kept asking if we drove it around the bay (no—it was docked) or if it was really expensive (no—less than two hotel rooms for a week). It *was* definitely quirky and totally great. We got to have an urban vacation: Access to San Francisco was simple, just across the Golden Gate Bridge. (Driving over it was a tourist attraction itself, with the changing fog.) But instead of a hotel in the city, we had this funny little retreat with had lots of space (two floors, two bedrooms, a full kitchen, our own deck and long docks to run around), beautiful views of the bay and mountains, and water all around. I think we went kayaking every day.

Everybody there tends planters full of succulents and lemon trees.
(I'll write another post just about the plants.)

 

 

Charlie borrowed this mini skeleton

You'll notice that Tessa has the "alarm whistle." Nobody capsized.

Here's our front door and a few details of our house:

The blue and yellow looked perfect on our last morning

Pelican gargoyle

Our walkway back out to the dock

Bell and blue sky

A few things were especially pretty:

This door was a gorgeous shade of turquoise

Gray shingles: Liberty Dock meets Nantucket

I love this purple number and the yellow leaves beneath it

Charlie found a cat, which then followed us home

Somebody collected abalone shells