All posts tagged: healdsburg

Hiking Around

The calm before the sort of unusual tiny rainstorm last week. I’m no serious backpacker, but I do enjoy a nicely strenuous hike every now and again. As I get to know Sonoma County on foot, I’ve also been enjoying little pit stops here and there, winding drives through tall trees, chatting with the passenger in my car. I’ve got the Sonoma County Trails Challenge on the brain, urging me to just get out there and walk around. For now, these are some of my go-to trails. After work, when I just need some air and movement, I head to the Healdsburg Open Ridge Preserve. It’s a mix of gentle hills, open space, and shaded areas. Nothing crazy, but hits the spot. A few weeks ago, I did Pomo Canyon trail out on the Sonoma Coast with a friend. I’d recommend parking at Shell Beach, walking inland through all the ferns and wildflowers, and then ending back out at the beach for lunchtime. Roll those windows down afterwards for a luxurious drive down Highway 1 past …

At “Home” Out West

Lookin’ good, ladies. As 2015 winds down and I’m trying to find my restorative niche (hint: mine potentially involves catching up on the breakfast issue of Lucky Peach and a warm cup of soup), I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to call a certain place “home.” Although I lived for almost 10 months in a cozy, little town in Northern Italy, it never really felt like “home.” My parents sold my childhood “home” while I was living there. And throughout my four-ish-month-long adventure in New York, I always felt somewhat adrift and frenzied. There were oodles of exciting endeavors and late afternoon/early evening weekend falafel runs to keep me going, for sure, but…something was just missing. So a few weeks ago, I packed up my overflowing suitcase that is now beginning to fray at the edges and headed to San Francisco, where I hoped I would feel a little less anxious and a little more grounded, despite never really having lived there before. If I could sum up 2015 for me in one word (well, that’s …

43 Hours in Healdsburg

My inaugural pilgrimage to the SHED was every bit as amazing as I anticipated. Don’t you love it when that happens? The NYT has their 36 Hours travel columns, there was that movie where James Franco cut his arm off after 127…but I am neither of those things so here I am to relay my quick trip up to H-burg (I’ve decided to call it that, just roll with it) with my mom for a few days before I pop back over the Atlantic to Italy. Note: this place is only one hour from San Francisco. On a road trip, obviously the job of the DJ/ navigation system manager stokes hunger, so I requested/demanded a stop at Farmstead Restaurant in St. Helena on the drive up. Last December, I took a “Full Circle Tour” with my parents of Long Meadow Ranch’s organic farm and vineyards before sitting down for a delicious lunch filled with persimmons and olive oil inside the tasting room, but this time I wanted to go peek into their restaurant. Sufficiently farm-chic decor, don’t you think? We …