Braggamuffins are alive!
Hello! NO AGRESSIVE PAN HANDLING says the FBPD. We are a few weeks in and still sorting the logistical side of our life in Fort Bragg, CA. The whimsical side has been twirling about ever since Aug 8- indefinite quiet time, indefinite beards,
finally using our repaired record player, ocean bluffs, black sand beaches, harbor seals/new friends, families of deer, some of our best cooking, woodworking street cred, woodworking, making other art. But what I really love about this place is that there is clearly something inexplicably 'not-quite-right' about it. Dear Fort Bragg, I mean that in the best way. The way I perceive (and love!) New Mexico to be haunted, I love Fort Bragg for being- I'm going to go for peculiar to start.