During my research on the Bodega Bay area, I read up on the
Spud Point Crab Company after our Sonoma friend mentioned she’d seen it the
last time she and her friend went to Bodega Bay. So naturally, I wanted to try
it out.
Sometimes, however, I’m not too careful with my keying-in
addresses; and I mix up names of destinations. This is what happened this time.
The night before, I looked for Spud Point Chowder Company and found a business
with that name. So I entered the address in my iPad.
The next day, off I went to that address. The address didn’t
exist. But the GPS took me to Spud Point where I drove around looking for a
place where I could buy chowder and crab sandwiches. Nothing but mechanic shops
and mobile homes.
Back up the road I went, drove even farther north on
California 1 until I reached a place called Miwok Beach to get my bearings. By
the way, the view of the beach from the roadside, high up on the cliffs, is
magnificent. In a way, it was a serendipitous stop and fulfilling for the soul.
But I digress. This time I found Spud Point Crab Company,
and it had a different address than the one I thought was correct. So back we
went to Spud Point. And then made a right turn where we should have the first
time, on a road that had a different name than the one I was looking for, until
the name changed about 100 feet down the road.
Don’t you hate when they do that?
Hallelujah, we were finally headed in the correct direction.
When I got to where the GPS said to go, I looked and saw not a roadside shack,
but a building that was the Spud Point Marina Offices. Finally, I put aside my
manly ego and asked the nice lady inside where to find “the place that sells
chowder.”
She pointed across the street. See? This is the second time
that I looked for a place that I naturally assumed would be on the ocean side
of a street. Blush, blush.
The Spud Point Crab Company is indeed a shack by the side of
the road. But the tables outside were packed with people, the little parking
lot was full, and I had to park across the street. The aroma of chowder was
wafting over to us as we skipped over, trying not to get run over by other cars
full of people looking for the place.
I wanted some crab cakes, but the nice lady said they only
had them on Saturdays. Not to be deterred, I ordered five servings of chowder
and four crab sandwiches to go, then went outside to watch six cauldrons of
chowder bubbling away.
What a wonderful day.
Epilogue: The
drive back home was a bit long, but pleasant. California 1 (Bodega Avenue) to
Petaluma was uneventful, scenic and peaceful, and before you knew it, we were
back in Fremont at my son’s house. Dinner that night was chowder (oh, so
goooood!) and half of a crab sandwich (big and ultra-crabby).
I’d go back to Bodega Bay and that crab shack in a
heartbeat.
Makes me want to head over that way!
ReplyDeleteOn a different note. . . A man asking for directions?!?! I admire you for that, it would NEVER happen at our house (or car).
I envy Diana, who doesn't have to beg to stop and ask !! :)
Heheheh ... it was to keep from looking stupid, which trumps the natural instinct to look for oneself!
ReplyDelete~ Craig