In the 1920s my great grandmother and her family bought a little piece of land and built a couple of cabins where they spent summers to escape the beastly hot mid-west heat. Years later the family migrated to Sonoma County where some of them live to this day. The cabin evolved over the years, progressively acquiring indoor plumbing, enclosed porches, additional rooms, and an electric cook range. But some things remain the same, the lovely scenic views, the meandering walk through Salmon Creek village to reach the beach, the original house, and the amazing vibrate flowers which seem to radiate color by this foggy shore.
I look forward each year to my time at the family cabin. Visiting with family, hiking the dunes, inhaling my grandmother's fragrant roses, kayaking Salmon Creek, building early morning fires in the wood burning stove, pots of coffee and lots of conversation. And of course, listening to a symphony of birds singing, western jays, red-winged black birds, sparrows, wrens, and naturally, seagulls.
