Mill Valley

 The first crush I really had—like, why does my tummy hurt when I look at him crush—was the fictional character BJ Hunnicutt from M*A*S*H.

In case you don’t know, BJ (stands for nothing; his mother’s name was Bea and his father’s name was Jay) comes from the very real town of Mill Valley, CA. Just down the road from Novato. Where we are this season. 🙉🙉

Without further ado, I give you Mill Valley.

Please note—the clock was dedicated in 1929, so would’ve been here during the Korean War. 😍

The town was wonderful. Exactly the kind of place where BJ would’ve been from. The people, the energy, the shops, the food… It was one of those really good days that just make you happy.

And the adventure continues 

Civilization

Generally speaking, My Favorite works 12 days on, 2 days on. Back when we were in Alaska, we started using those two days to find civilization again. I would grab an Era Airlines flight into Fairbanks and get checked into the hotel. He would finish his shift and come in on a supply flight. I’d order a pizza and we’d have room temperature pizza when he got into town. Then we’d have two whole days of civilization before heading back in time for him to start his shift at 10:00 am.

Over the years, we kept the idea of the days off being days we could have a little civilization. One year, he flew for a Seventh Day Adventist, so from sundown Friday night to sunrise Sunday morning, he was off. I’d have his bag packed and we’d check into the Davenport Hotel in Spokane. 

Some years there’d be a mad dash into the closest town. Some years, there was a different hotel in the same town (but away from the crew). This year, it’s been particularly nice because we’re so close to San Francisco. 

But the last two days, we’ve stayed in Novato. Brunch at the Creekside Bakery both mornings, including a Turkish dish that was one of the most interesting, surprising, and delicious dishes I’ve ever had.

While we were there yesterday, My Favorite says “we should have princess cake and champagne for dinner tomorrow night.”

Well, really, who am I to argue. Hotel life doesn’t have to be uncivilized after all.

The adventures continue…