A weekend Getaway in Fort Bragg
Fort Bragg is my childhood
My fondest memories as a child are those of our weekends in foggy Fort Bragg, California. We’d drive 3 hours north on a Friday after school and make it there by nightfall. My mom would make us a special treat for dinner and we’d play rummy in our cozy one bedroom cabin until it was time for bed. The next morning we’d head out to the beach for a morning of walking along the shore. I can still feel the bite of icy ocean water rushing over my feet and the course sand rubbing in-between my toes. I can hear my little rosy-cheeked brother’s gleeful screams as a rogue wave soaked his pant legs. We never managed to roll them up far enough.
After I graduated from college, I longed for a peaceful weekend without homework, deadlines, or computers. I felt the familiar tug of my inner child wishing to relive simpler times at a slower pace, from responsibilities. So Jeremy and I took a weekend getaway to Fort Bragg, to reconnect with my nostalgia.
Fort Bragg is a quaint and sleepy fishing town along California’s scenic highway 1. It is a short 15 minutes north of Mendocino, the much more sought after coastal town. What Fort Bragg lacks in art boutiques and fine dining, it makes up for in natural beauty, recreation, and seaside charm.