Mac and I shed our robes and stretched out in two holes dug in the mulch. Kristin buried us up to our chins. At first the mixture felt tepid, and I was acutely aware of its fluffy texture and clean aroma. We opted for massages, and nearly three hours after arriving at Osmosis, we left feeling invigorated and hungry for lunch. Deciding a picnic was in order, we stopped at Wild Flour Bread, just down the street from Osmosis.
Occidental is a funny place.
We joined a couple of friends for dinner at a less bustling spot, the Bohemian Cafe, which occupies a slightly funky old house downtown. The four of us shared a nice starter of local organic greens with warm goat cheese and a bottle of 1998 Kenwood Sonoma County Sauvignon Blanc. The next morning, after a breakfast of fruit, granola and French toast at the inn, Mac and I drove a few miles to Western Hills Nursery. Started as a private garden in the late 1950s by two San Franciscans seeking the quiet country life, Western Hills slowly evolved into a small commercial nursery. Christopher Hall is a freelance writer based in San Francisco.