The wind was so strong my hood blew back and I grabbed for my hat. We squinted, pushing forward down the spit. At the point I climbed up on a knot of driftwood, into the white cap spray, into the wild air, into the clear, blue sky. The wind blew me down. I climbed up again and the wind knocked me back to earth. Up and down, up and down, laughing with joy.
When we turned back towards home, we flew.
Owner | Baker
We will NOT BE AT MARKET today.
Order Mountain Rye, Red & White, or Baker's Choice (this week it's a Finnish-inspired Black Bread!) online for Wednesday pickup.
See you at the market next Saturday.