The average stay at the bnb is probably two, maybe three days. The longest so far, six days. After so many days and nights under the same roof — six breakfasts together, six dinners, some wine, some laughs and jokes, the occasional serious discussion — it sometimes starts to feel less and less like a business.
Now, I have no illusions. I acknowledge that I run a business, but why not let the guard down here and there. Why not bang heads over career paths, over future travel, over politics, over the myriad personal challenges each of us face. It’s hard to get personal if the hours are limited and the to-do list of hikes and activities in the redwoods are fixed, but give yourself a week in the same house, even if that time is bound by business and expectation, and some walls will crumble.
The wet nose of a mellow dog, especially to another dog person, certainly helps (yes, Anton is a terrific ice breaker).
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If this looks like a family portrait, I suppose for the time being, when it was taken, it was.