They are there, the peaks of Mt. Tam, even if barely visible above the line of trees and the slip of fog. Of course they are, always in view, even from the shelter of Emporio Rulli in Larkspur, the place of choice for morning coffee and breakfast pastries for my friends from New York.
Maybe Mt. Tam is getting shortchanged in my post today, but there is my increased sense of appreciation of Larkspur as seen through the eyes of my visitors. That is one delightful aspect of having guests: rediscovering one’s own place. It’s almost as good as travel, without the hassles of that enterprise.
Tonight we are heading out of the range of Mt. Tam. Our destination is The French Laundry in the wine country … a gastronomic mountain of its own.