Petaluma was exactly what I needed, right when I needed it. Thinking of my few days there seems like a dream now. The house I stayed in was a beautiful, old place being slowly restored by a completely interesting couple. I stayed with their dog LeRoi, wandering around town on my own, throwing increasingly bigger sticks for LeRoi at Dillon Beach, driving up, over, and around rolling green hills, and gazing out the window, thinking about nothing in particular. The place just felt good. The surrounding countryside is jaw-droppingly beautiful. The town is walkable and has just enough going on to keep it interesting over several days. Area beaches are clean, accessible, and not crowded. I was happy there and I miss it.