field trip to port costa

Sunday was hot – like, 102º hot – in the east bay, and Dave and his dad and Anabelle and I decided to take a field trip to the little delta town of Port Costa. Why we thought trundling into our black, 1992 Honda with minimal air conditioning on such a hot day was a good idea is still unclear to me, but I guess we were seized with the spirit of adventure. We weren’t really sure what to expect, but some friends had told us it was a cool spot, so we thought we’d check it out. It turned out to be a very small but definitely cool town – really just a bar, a coffee shop, a post office and a couple of antique stores right on the water. Oh, and a whole bunch of bikers with really impressive bikes. I was a little worried about our 6-week old freaking out at the noise of Harleys zipping up and down the street, but they didn’t phase her at all. Mellow kid that she is.