My final days in Petrolia. I’m home now. The exhausting 11 hour drive.
Stopped in San Francisco for lunch.
We must have climbed the steep hill to Alexander Cockburn‘s Tower ten times a day, getting ready for Daisy’s first paying guests.
By the time we were finished it looked magnificent. Beating rugs like Victorian chamber maids. Oiling the redwood kitchen. Making beds with fresh white linen. Sweeping cobwebs off the windows.
Giving succor to the inner butler that lurks within.
Here is the sculpture that decorates the path:
Here are the fossilized fish that decorate the bathroom:
Here are random pictures I failed to publish earlier: