oysters

We have a New Year's Eve tradition in our household to drive out Sir Francis Drake Blvd, stopping at Perry's Deli in Fairfax for sandwiches, to go look for spawning salmon up Paper Mill Creek and to drive out to Drake's Bay for oysters. Well the lack of rain means no salmon, and we did go a day early, but we did procure a pint of oysters that are currently being baked into a quiche as I type. Now these oysters could probably have been gotten much closer to home, but the drizzle in West Marin, the walk on the beach, and the feeling that my childhood haunts still remain somewhat untouched by 60 years of civilization make the drive oh so worthwhile.