Travel Log DAY FOUR

On 06/29/07 I started off on a 4 day holiday up to central\northern California. The following is the travel log from the trip, broken up into four chapters. The regular scheduled blog will be back in a couple weeks.

DAY FOUR

I woke up early on Monday morning. I knew I had a long drive ahead of me though I told myself that I wouldn’t hurry. I fully admit the late night at the hotel bar affected my head. A long shower in the handicap shower stall, a couple of aspirin and two tall glasses of water did nothing to help. I left the hotel at 9 AM and stopped at Jamba Juice for a recoup smoothie.

By 9:30 I was on the 101 on my way home. There are some things I don’t understand in urban planning. OK, there are a lot of things I don’t understand about urban planning, like why have traffic lights that have the green arrow that is green for approximately 1.45 seconds which isn’t even enough time for me to realize that the light has turned green much less step on the gas and make the turn? Why develop a freeway system where three separate highways join into one single 2-lane highway at exactly the same place? Why put up yield signs if no one actually ever yields to stop? Shouldn’t it be, “Oh, Just Go” signs instead? And the point of all this is, why in the hell do they have Hwy 101, which is 3 lanes of traffic on either side, just end after the Golden Gate Bridge and send you directly into downtown? It just…ends. One minute you’re enjoying the view at 70 mph and the 2nd minute you’re at a traffic light (one of many) with a Kinko’s on the corner. After 45 minutes of fighting downtown San Francisco traffic, I had the pleasure of 70 mph glory again.

I called Kevin after the downtown madness. I had one last place I wanted to go on this trip but I couldn’t exactly remember how to get there. When Kevin and I first started dating, when he was still living in WI and I was out here, we drove up to San Francisco for a weekend. Purely by accident, we stumbled upon a place called Casa de Fruta. We were at that shy, giggly stage of dating (well, I was…Kevin was mostly just shy) and Casa de Fruta was this huge Mecca of roadside attraction joy. Something about that place opened us up a bit and got us laughing without nervously wondering if the other person thought us silly or weird. Maybe it was the Casa de Choo-Choo they had on site. Maybe it was the Casa de Wine tasting we had. Whatever it was, it was the start of a great memorable weekend. I felt I had to stop and pay homage.



Casa de Fruta is about 20 minutes east of the 101 on Hwy 152. Because it’s been so dry and the grass so yellow, I barely remembered the landscape from the first time we were there. However, since Case de Fruta is pretty much the only thing out there, it’s extremely hard to miss.


Casa de Choo-Choo!

I first stopped in the Casa de Wine and had a Case de Wine tasting. The tasting is free and you’re allowed to sample two of their wines. They primarily do fruit wines so I tasted the bing cherry and pomegranate and promptly purchases two bottle of the bing cherry for the 2 for 1 special.


Casa de Wine!

I then stopped in their Casa de Fruit Stand\Casa de Grocery\Casa de Souvenir shop and spent more money than I probably should as I was very caught up in the Casa de Moment. I wandered around their Casa de Parking Lot and spent a lot time taking Casa de Pictures. It was Casa de Great.

Casa de Old Truck with Fruit and Jam display!

Casa de We've Been Here For Awhile!

After about an hour, I knew I had to get back on the road. I said good bye to Casa de Fruta and headed back to the 101.

About 5 hours later, I realized that I should have taken Interstate 5 instead of Hwy 101. I had said I wanted to take my time but at that point, I just wanted to get home. Hwy 101 is incredibly boring and Kansas-like from Salinas to San Luis Obispo. I stopped as sparingly as I could. I called up every one of my family members pleading with them to talk me through the flat lands and the distinct smell of pigs and cow manure. By 6 PM I had made it to Santa Barbara, where I stopped at a hotel restaurant for dinner. I was the youngest one there by about 40 to 50 years but it was a nice break from highway lines.

Finally, at 9 PM – 12 hours after I left the dark handicap hotel room in Santa Rosa, I pulled into my driveway. I was tired and I smelled bad but it was comforting to be there as much as it was sad that the trip was over. I went inside and made Kevin admire all the things I bought. As the days went on and I described my trip, the more Kevin was interested in going. I will definitely do this again – with Kevin. Maybe we’ll do different tours at Hearst Castle; maybe we’ll do different wineries, and maybe, just maybe we’ll make it all the way to the Redwoods or maybe even Portland.

Travel Log DAY THREE

On 06/29/07 I started off on a 4 day holiday up to central\northern California. The following is the travel log from the trip, broken up into four chapters. The regular scheduled blog will be back in a couple weeks.

I had a hard time waking up Sunday morning as I happened to be sleeping in the world’s most comfortable bed. Although I was wide awake, I stayed in bed watching a bad movie on HBO and ordering room service. While I normally don’t condone spending $15 on a sub par breakfast, it was heavenly. HBO, fuzzy bathrobe, bacon and eggs, and the world’s most comfortable bed….I truly didn’t want to leave.

I finally tore myself away around 11 AM and headed out to Santa Rosa via Hwy 116 to Hwy 101. Hwy 116 is perfectly hilly and dotted with cows and grape vines. Ever drive in your car, windows down, sunroof open, beautiful landscape out the window, warm breeze blowing in, something jammin’ on your kick ass Nissan Sentra stereo, smoking a cigarette, drinking a venti decaf iced Americano thinking to yourself a camera man in the backseat would be getting some awesome footage of you in that exact moment if only you had a camera man in the backseat? Just me then.



My plan for the day was to check into my hotel room at the Hilton early, then from there go to a few wineries. On the 101, I missed my turn off and had to stop for directions in a small coffee place with a tiki theme called Bad Ass Coffee. I didn’t have their coffee but I will admit they gave bad ass instructions. I was also grateful that I was able to check into my hotel before noon, even though it took me until the next day to figure out that they had given me a handicap room. You would think that the shower with the ramp and stool inside would have tipped me off, but no. As well, I choose to ignore the fact that they might actually have thought me handicapped.

After the luxury of the hotel spa the night before, I was really disappointed in the handicap room I received. It was dark and the sheets were scratchy. I poured over the winery map the front desk gave me and got out of there as soon as possible.

I decided my best bet was to hit the wineries closest to the hotel. While I truly believe that everyone in wine country is driving around drunk, I wasn’t planning on being one of them. If I did drink too much, I wanted to be close enough to take a cab. With that said I started off and managed to get myself lost. I got so lost that at one point I cried to no one in particular, “There are 200 wineries in Sonoma County! There are so many wineries you could spit and hit one! Why can’t I seem to find a single one?” Approximately three minutes later I stumbled upon Ledson Winery and all was good.

I was very impressed with Ledson, if only for the castle like atmosphere. The wine tasting came in three types: the Knights Tasting, the Nobility Tasting and the Royalty Tasting. Knowing it was going to be a long afternoon with lots of reaches for my wallet, I choose the cheap $5 Knights Tasting which included 4 wines. The bartender was very gung-ho about the wines and very interested in signing everyone up for the Ledson Wine Club. He was a nice kid and I had a great conversation with the couple next to me who were in town from Kansas…or Boston…or Florida….somewhere far away anyway. After the Knights Tasting, I realized that knights must drink strong wine and they probably learn to eat before they do.

About a mile down the road from Ledson is the Chateau St. Jean Winery. I was really excited about going to Chateau St. Jean as it was one of the few wineries where I’ve actually had their wine before (via the grocery store). The grounds here are lovely, with lots of places to sit out and have lunch and some wine. I got a bit confused with the sign at the entrance though, and ended up taking their $15 reserve wine tasting, rather than the $5 every day wine tasting. At the tasting, I had a brief conversation with a family from Long Beach. The wife was pregnant and therefore not drinking, but had a very longing look that said she wish she was. The weather was also getting very hot and the tasting room had all but one small fan. Because of this, the red wines weren’t going down very well but the higher alcohol content whites certainly were. I also had to eat or I wouldn’t be driving anywhere anytime soon. I bought a $6 chicken pesto sandwich (which was cold, soggy and awful) and sat out on the lawn.

From there I started driving more towards the hotel rather than away from it. The next place I stopped was horrible and I can’t remember the name nor did I take any pictures. I followed that up with St. Francis Winery which I thought was better than Chateau St. Jean in their wines. I bought two bottles at St. Francis and a bar of olive oil soap. Yeah, olive oil soap. I really wanted to walk around on their grounds for awhile, but it was getting late and I wanted to go to one last winery before I called it a day.

The last place I stopped at was Paradise Ridge which was a mile away from my hotel. This didn’t stop me from getting lost trying to find it. Paradise Ridge was by far my favorite of all the tastings. First of all, it was free. I was the only one there at first, so I got to know my bartender, Muhammad, really well. He had lived in Italy for 6 months and had just gotten back a few weeks ago. I told him how I thought everyone in Sonoma Country drives too slow and he complimented Newport Beach for being so bike friendly. He gave me a 15% discount on the two bottles of wine I bought and he wouldn’t let me tip him. I was leaving just as other people were showing up, which I was glad for. Everyone should go to Paradise Ridge if they’re in Santa Rosa.

Later on after resting awhile in my room, I had some dinner in downtown Santa Rosa at what appears to be one of only three restaurants there. For a college town it was odd to have so few options for eating out. The Mexican place I ate at was good but bland American-style Mexican food with lots of cheese. After dinner I walked around downtown but there wasn’t that much to see. I went back to the hotel but got depressed sitting in the dark handicap hotel room, so went to the hotel bar to read my book. The bar’s patio had big comfy sofas with a fireplace perfect for reading. I ended up getting in a conversation with the bartender, Elizabeth, and her friend, Seth, and stayed there a lot longer than I had anticipated. It was a lot of fun and a great end to the day. When I went to sleep that night, I turned the TV off.

Seth and Elizabeth

Travel Log DAY TWO

On 06/29/07 I started off on a 4 day holiday up to central\northern California. The following is the travel log from the trip, broken up into four chapters. The regular scheduled blog will be back in a couple weeks.

DAY TWO

I woke up at 7 AM Saturday morning. The electricity had gone out in the hotel the night before giving me a bit of the willies. That, coupled with the fact that the area of Salinas I was in would not be considered a nice part of town, got me motivated to shower and get out of the hotel room before 9:30. If Kevin had been with me, we would have been requesting a late checkout. We’re ALWAYS requesting a late checkout due to Kevin’s passion for sleep.

I consult the map before I go and decide to take Hwy 68 back to Monterey. While it’s a bit longer, I felt confident I wouldn’t get lost. I stopped at Starbucks for a coffee and a breakfast sandwich. I resolved then that I would never have a Low Fat Turkey Bacon, Cholesterol-free Egg and Reduced Fat Cheddar sandwich again. Fact of the matter is, some things in life need a bit of salt.


Cannery Row, Monterey

By 10:30 I was in line buying my tickets for the Monterey Aquarium. The line wasn’t too bad and I was roaming around looking at fishies in no time. Everyone had told me how great the Monterey Aquarium was compared against the Long Beach Aquarium. I have to disagree. Both are great in their own way. My personal favorites of the Monterey Aquarium were:

1. The Sardine Swim Circle located above eye level. Awesome. A bunch of sardines swimming around in a circle for what I can only imagine is their whole lives until they die. Swim sardines! Swim!
   
   
   
2. The feeding of the penguins. It took me by surprise to see two humans inside the penguin tank, one of them holding a penguin and petting it like I would pet my own cat under the chin. One of the penguins tried to make a break for it via the door they left open. Sneaky penguin.
   
   
   
3. The aviary.
   
   
   
4. ….and this guy.

The world according to Mr. Turtle.

I was done with the Aquarium around 12:30 PM. By the time I got out, there was a line of people out the door trying to get tickets. I got in my car and got on the 101 up to San Francisco. The drive from Monterey to San Francisco was boring, although I did stop at a Bennigans (to use their facilities, certainly not to eat) down the street from the Yahoo! Headquarters. I feel like I shouldn’t have been that excited about it, but I was.

In San Francisco, I stopped at Tommy’s Joint for lunch. You must always stop at Tommy’s Joint if you are in San Francisco. If you don’t, you’re doing yourself a great disservice. The turkey sandwich (carved straight from the bird) and mashed potatoes were delicious. I bought Kevin a couple t-shirts as he has worn his previous Tommy’s t-shirt thin and never mentioned to Kevin (until I got home) about it. He would have been crazy with jealousy. Tommy’s is just that good.

Tommy's Joint

Afterwards, I suffered the traffic and stopped at the last exit before crossing the Golden Gate Bridge just to take a picture. When I got off the Golden Gate Bridge I stopped again to take a picture from the other side.

From the 101, I took Hwy 37 to Hwy 121 to Hwy 12 and magically did not get lost. I had booked a hotel in Sonoma for the night via Priceline and was once again in awe at the deal I got. The Lodge was more of a spa resort than a hotel and was equipped with not only a bath robe, bath salts, high end shampoo and conditioners, but my own private balcony with French doors looking over the pool. Ahhhh.

I cleaned up a bit and headed downstairs to get on the shuttle to downtown. Since downtown is technically 4 whole blocks, they offered a free service to pick you up as well. The shuttle driver assumed I was with the other 3 groups in the van so when the last person got off and I was still sitting there he finally asked, “Where would you like to go?” He honestly had the look like I intended to stalk him all evening. I told him to just drop me off where there was good food that wasn’t at a fancy place. He opened the van door and pointed two buildings down to Mary’s Pizza Shack. Well, alright then.

At Mary’s Pizza Shack I ordered the Pesto Pasta and a half liter of the house red. I had my Steinbeck book and thought I would be there awhile. The same waitress who took my order brought over two glasses with the wine. I must have looked at her cross-eyed as she stopped in her tracks with the two glasses and said, “oh.” There was a lot of meaning behind that ‘oh’ but I took it in stride, had a great dinner and discovered what might just become one of my favorite books, “Travels with Charley”.

After dinner I walked around the 4 blocks that make up downtown Sonoma and finally stopped at a little Irish pub for a pint and some more reading. I’m assuming that because Sonoma has all of three pubs was the reason why this one was so packed. It was getting warm in there, so after my pint I had the shuttle pick me up, and then resigned to my room where I had a bath to beat all baths. I eventually called up Kevin and we ended up talking for over an hour, though of what about, I have no idea. I missed him. Wine country is definitely a place for couples. Later I fell asleep with the TV on.

Travel Log DAY ONE

On 06/29/07 I started off on a 4 day holiday up to central\northern California. The following is the travel log from the trip, broken up into four chapters. The regular scheduled blog will be back in a couple weeks.

DAY ONE

Kevin for once wakes up before I do. It’s Friday and he has to work. While I thankfully don’t, I do have things to do and places to be. Mainly I want to leave the house as early to avoid as much L.A. traffic as humanly possible. I let Kevin get ready first but he’s still running behind, not to mention we take way too long in saying goodbye. I’m only going to be gone for 4 days but we have to go over the drive-safes, don’t-have-too-much-fun-without-mes and call-me-a lot-so-I-know-your-safes. It’s sappy, sure, but we’re used to each other and we don’t normally go on trips alone anymore.

I’m finally on the road by 7 AM. I’m heading north on the 405 to meet up with the 101. L.A. is kind to me until I get to the 101 where it turns to bumper to bumper. 30 minutes it takes to get to the 101, once there, it takes me 2 hours to go 10 miles. I begin to stress as that’s what you’re suppose to do when sitting in traffic. I had no deadline or timeline but sitting there made me think that I did. I’m glad I don’t live in L.A.

By 9:30 I’m finally free of L.A. The 101 joins with Coast Hwy 1 and it’s beautiful. It’s a clear sunny day out and the ocean to the left of me is a color of blue I didn’t think there was outside of the Caribbean. I begin to relax and I begin to smile. The thought of the empty days ahead of me filled with what only I want to do is awesome.


View driving north on Hwy 101\1

When I reach San Luis Obispo, I stop to eat at a place called Mo’s BBQ solely for the fact that they were called Mo’s. As I walk in, a homeless man turns to me and says, “Don’t eat there, they’re terrible.” I ignore him, have a pulled pork sandwich and enjoy it immensely.

At San Luis Obispo, Hwy 101 and Coast Hwy 1 split into two. I take Coast Hwy 1 to Hearst Castle. The terrain starts to become long rolling hills instead of a straightaway path and the endless waves of grass are a tawny color due to the lack of rain.

I saw a couple zebras when I first drive past Hearst Castle. It’s quite literally cow cow zebra cow zebra zebra cow cow. It takes awhile for my brain to process that. It’s not that I haven’t seen a zebra before, it’s just odd seeing one so out of it’s natural environment. Of course, I’ve been to Tijuana before so my first thought is, “those aren’t those painted donkeys now, are they?”



I get my ticket for the Experience Tour 1. Standing in line for the bus I finally get my first sense of being alone on this trip. Everyone is with someone else. On the bus up I share a seat with a father who had his two kids in the seat in front of him. He didn’t talk except to scold his kids for sticking their arms out the window. If Kevin had been there I would have been burying my head in his shoulder when the bus went around the steep corners with no guard rails. Instead my knuckles go white squeezing the seat bar ahead of me. The views are amazing though and I try to concentrate on the overhead speaker telling us what type of foliage John Hearst decided to plant where.

The tour continues. No food, drink, and strangely, no gum. I take pictures and ignore my increasingly dry mouth. It’s hot up there. The first place they take us is the pool. I’m sure I am not the only one who is thinking about getting arrested just for the chance to jump in a wade around a bit. From the guide we learn that Mr. Hearst was a freakishly genius type of guy with expensive tastes and a sense of entitlement. Everything is beautiful and costs in today’s market a billion trillion gazillion dollars. We see the pools, the lounge, dining area, billiards room and the theater. My favorite part is the two pools. Maybe I’m still just hot and thirsty. On the bus ride down I get a seat to myself. I squeeze my eyes shut around the evil turns.

After the tour I head back north on Hwy 1 through Big Sur to get to Monterey. Although this stretch of highway is only 90 miles, the miles are carved through cliffs and drastic turns. It takes me close to 3 hours to do going no more than 40 mph at best. This stretch is awesome though long and I’m glad that I decided to go this way.

View from Coast Hwy 1 almost to Big Sur

I get lost in Monterey. There are three exits for Del Monte Blvd and I take the wrong one twice. I find my way to Cannery Row and stop to have dinner. The first place I try is a Hawaiian\Tiki themed restaurant. Walking in the hostess asked me if I’m meeting anyone, which I respond, “no”. She makes me wait at the bar anyway and it takes me 15 minutes to realize that she wasn’t listening to me at all. I know I look bad and smell bad from being on the road all day and the service wasn’t likely to improve. I finish up my fruity drink and leave. Disappointedly I have a cheeseburger at a chain restaurant but it’s oddly satisfying. I get lost again trying to get to Salinas where I’ll be staying the night. I drove too far and end up driving through Castroville, the artichoke capital of the world. A security guard at 7-11 gives me the directions that I need and I get to the America’s Best Value Inn by the Salinas airport at 9 PM. I’m exhausted, dirty, and a bit lonesome. I fall asleep with the TV on for white noise and light and I don’t bother to set the alarm.

Birthday BBQ - Home Entry

Since today is my birthday, I figured now would be a good time to write about my birthday BBQ last Saturday. While technically a stretch of the ‘new thing this weekend’ (as I have had a BD BBQ before though not technically held one for myself) it is my birthday and frankly, I can do whatever the hell I want to. Or not want to…which today is not going to work. Hee.

I had decided to have this BD BBQ the Saturday before I held it. It was just one of those ideas that popped in my head. Unfortunately this meant that during the week while I mentioned it and it actually happened I stressed and stressed that no one would show up. I’m goofy that way and always doubt my popularity or lack there of. I need not have worried (as Kevin told me over and over again) as the perfect amount of people did indeed show up and they were all some of my favorite people too. Even Patrick and Michele stopped by before the BBQ started even though they had to run off due to a prior engagement with the Police (the band silly).

I don’t know if there is too much to tell about the BBQ itself. We talked, we laughed, we drank, we had grilled pesto chicken and brats. And everyone brought me gifts! I wasn’t expecting any gifts but it was awesome. I got lottery tickets, a gift card, a poker set, a great bottle of wine, and two of the coolest lighters I have ever seen. I did realize that our back patio isn’t quite as big as I thought it was, but it was ok. I had a great time and I hope everyone else did as well. With that, here are the pictures.

Cousin Sean and Roland

Squishy

Andrea and Jill

Gunter and Mari

Dave showing us how to tie a tie using a cat toy.




I’m leaving for my mini vacation tomorrow…more on that later.

What I love about this picture is the fact that I obviously found whatever it was a heck of a lot funnier than everyone else.

By the way...

If you are interested in going to the BBQ and needs directions, please email me at: scrabblemoe@gmail.com

Paul Frank Warehouse Sale - Costa Mesa, CA

*UPDATE: Those looking for the Paul Frank Warehouse Sale going on Dec. 8 - Dec. 16th, 2007, go here.

Well, if I thought last week’s entry was going to be short and sweet, this one is going to be even more so. Worse than that, I really don’t have many pictures for you. I’m so sorry. If it’s any consolation, next weekend should have picture overload and you can bask in the rays of all its shiny color 4.1 mega pixels.

If you read the comment section at all, you would have noticed that Michele mentioned my new thing this weekend, which was the Paul Frank Warehouse Sale. While I normally wouldn’t consider shopping in the new this weekend category, it was Paul Frank and it was held at the main headquarters.

If you actually have a life and don’t know who Paul Frank is, he is the fellow who makes the ugly monkey clothing.

When I first moved to California back in 2000, I had no idea who the hell Paul Frank was and neither did I care (to be completely frank (har har), if Paul Frank walked up to me in the street and asked me for the time, I still wouldn’t recognize him)(that is of course, unless he was wearing a big ugly monkey head). I eventually noticed his stuff around but still didn’t pay much mind. But then, THEN, at my 27th birthday party someone, SOMEONE!, had to give me my first Paul Frank monkey wallet. It was the classic monkey head on shiny glittery black plastic. I fell in love right then and there, though it might have been the cocktails. I really couldn’t tell you the person’s name who gave me the wallet (Dean? Dale? Dave?) but I know I loved that wallet. I still have it actually, though it’s pretty much torn to shreds as flimsy plastic is wont to do.


Me and my first P.F. wallet. I miss you wallet.

Since then I’ve gone through 3 more wallets. I also got the watch for Valentine’s Day a couple years ago (thank you Kevin!). I would probably have a bunch of Paul Frank clothes with various animals on it if they actually made clothes in a size larger than extra extra teeny tiny don’t you wish you were this thin small. I think Paul Frank and Urban Outfitters run the same size charts actually.

All and all, I was pretty stoked to go to the warehouse sale. I didn’t bring my camera as I figured that they might not let me in if I had it.

I arrived at the warehouse around 11 AM Saturday morning. There was already a line to get in. Very smartly, they would only allow a group of 10 people to go in every 15 minutes; this prevented the soul sucking groups of people trying to pick through a single cardboard box at the same time. Once I got in I was handed a plastic bag and a pricing chart.

Holy shit! The sales!

(OK, completely realize that this entry is only going to appeal to women….I’m sorry again).


And since I said that, I totally want this one but they don't make it anymore.

Bags for $10! Wallets for $5! Heavy coats for $20! Pants for $10! Socks for $2! Hats for $5! Watches $20! Sunglasses $30! T-shirts $3-7!


"Would you like a monkey with that? Oh, you already have one."

I ended up spending $50 on a whole bunch of stuff as seen below. Actually, I spent half of that the first time I went and the other half when I went back 5 hours later. I probably would have gone back the next day too if I didn’t finally come to my senses and realize I didn’t need to spend a bunch of money on shit with a monkey face on it. I have a car payment you know.



Well kids, like I said, short and sweet. I’m having a birthday BBQ party this Saturday so if you’re around, stop on by. Don’t feel pressured to bring me a monkey wallet. A hat or flip flops are cool too. Just kidding, just bring yourselves…starts at 3.

Tanaka Farms Strawberry Tour - Irvine, CA

Happy Flag Day Eve! Or would it be Merry Flay Day Eve? Regardless, I hope you have yourself a great Flag Day tomorrow. Personally it’s one of my favorite holidays as the Post Office still has to work just like me.

Anyhow, this week’s entry is going to be short and sweet, no pun intended. Since I gave you two (yes, two!) entries last week I figured you’d forgive me. This past weekend I went to Tanaka Farms in Irvine, CA. I found Tanaka Farms on Local Harvest.org from a link from Neat-o-rama. Let it never be said that I don’t link my sources (when I have them available).

Since it’s a week and a day from officially being summer (… oh hey, since our lovely president felt the need to change daylight savings on us (which honestly, I don’t mind a bit save for all the asinine calls I had to field at work, “is your software compatible with Daylight Savings?”) I say we petition summer to officially start on June 1st every year. Summer Solstice be damned!) it kind of felt appropriate to go to a farm to get some fresh fruit.

Tanaka Farms is currently holding their Strawberry Tours right now, which according to the website is:

• A guided Wagon Ride around the farm
  


• See how different fruits and vegetables grow
  


• Taste different fruits and vegetables
  


• Pick and eat your very own STRAWBERRIES

I got there just in time for their 11 AM tour Saturday morning. It cost $13. I debated whether or not to spend $13.00 on a strawberry tour that obviously would be containing a bunch of young crying kids but decided that purchasing a couple strawberries from their store would not a good blog entry make. I plunked my $13 dollars down and waited patiently on the hay bails for the tour to start.

At 11:05, they rounded us up like cattle (it is a farm after all) onto two wagons pulled by a mean looking tractor. I immediately knew that I would be uncomfortable for the next hour as the bench seats in the wagon are only about 7 inches deep and give you 2 feet of leg room that must be shared with the person sitting across from you. They also shove you in like those chickens I see on semi trucks. Did I mention that there were a lot of children? Young children? Like the oldest child was maybe 7? Yeah, I know. It was a farm, I should have expected it. I dropped a comment card with, “Adults Only tours please” on the way out.

The tour started and we learned about how a fruit is classified as anything that begins as a flower and has seeds on the inside or outside. This of course means that cucumbers and green beans are fruits, which I refuse to believe. I’m still trying to wrap my head around tomatoes being a fruit. I personally believe that anything that I put on my salad is a vegetable (except the eggs, cheese, and sunflower seeds of course). Keep in mind that I’m not into putting not-suppose-to-be-covered-in-Ranch-dressing items in my salad like mandarin oranges or pineapple. That’s just nasty.

After the whole ‘everything you thought about vegetables is wrong wrong wrong’, the tour stopped at a patch of green beans and passed them around for us all to taste. Still a bit freaked out about where all those little children hands have been that were passing me beans, I didn’t try one. The tour guide explained that since the farm was 100% organic, the beans were very safe to eat. She obviously did not see small child with jam face pick his nose earlier.

Banana trees with scarecrow.

The next stop was the onion patch. My favorite! I was actually looking forward to the onion patch as I wanted to see the screwed up faces of little children biting into a big smelly onion for the first time. HAHA! I ended up saving a couple onions for Kevin because I wanted to see the same face on him.

mmmmm....onions. (ick! yuck! gross!)

We then rolled over to the carrot patch. I couldn’t resist a yummy fresh from the ground carrot. I made sure to grab one straight from the guide before the little booger hands got to it. The carrot was very good, and I’m pleased to announce no one made the ‘What’s Up Doc?” joke.

Finally we got to the Strawberry field where we were released from wagon hell. We were allowed to eat as many strawberries as we wanted, but we couldn’t take any with us. This was really the best part of the whole tour, picking off the strawberries straight from the vine, warmed from the sun, and popping it in your mouth. I really don’t know how many strawberries I ate in those 15 minutes, but it was enough to give me a bit of a stomach ache. When we did get loaded back in the wagon, it was pretty cute to see all those kids with red stained hands and smeared strawberries across their cheeks.

At the end of the tour, they gave us each a pint of fresh strawberries to take home. Kevin and I polished those off in about 10 minutes the next day.

We did not taste the port-o-pots on this particular tour. They are all organic though.

All in all, the tour was OK. I would say it was a $10 tour, rather than $13, and their produce for sale is a bit on the pricey side, but it’s really tasty. I guess I wouldn’t mind doing it again for their July Watermelon tour. I just hope by then they have reviewed and implemented my comment card suggestion.

The Duffy - Newport Beach, CA

Hello again! As promised, here is the 2nd entry of the week or as I would like to call it, “Why I think my California friends are awesome.”

Before I start singing CA praises, I would like to say that I love and I miss my friends in Wisconsin dearly. If I could convince each and every one of them to come out here to live I would. Of course, I would make them open a Champion’s Pub, Alterra Coffee, Apollo Greek restaurant, and a Conejitos if they did. Man, do I miss Conejitos…and this coming from the girl who lives close to some of the best Mexican restaurants around.

My Wisconsin friends are awesome and so are my California friends. One of the many reasons why I love my California friends is their enthusiasm to things, especially new ideas. A problematic trait of Wisconsinites (myself included) is the general wariness to things that sound sort of lame when first mentioned. My personal example is when Beth’s sister took me line dancing. I should have relaxed a bit, laughed and had a good time regardless if it wasn't something I was actually into. But no…instead I sulked in the corner hating every cowboy hat that passed me. My California friends are naturals at relaxing, laughing, and having a good time. As lame as this blog can be either at first mention or in detail, they’re enthusiastic about it. They promote my blog to more strangers than I do. Patrick called me up once to pretty much tell me, “We’re currently sitting around laughing at your blog.” Patrick was also the one who decided to surprise me with this new this weekend idea. All I had to do was be ready at 1 PM on Sunday. How awesome is that?

Kevin and I were indeed ready at 1 PM on Sunday when Patrick picked us up for my surprise new thing this weekend. When I got to the car, I realized that either the surprise was going to be a party thing, most likely on the water, or they were going to kidnap us, cut off our arms and legs, and dump us in the desert with nary a dibble of water between us. Thankfully it was a party thing on the water because I was already really dehydrated that day.

The first couple years I lived in California, I never once was on a boat on the ocean. I used to dream of having a friend who owned a boat, or at least knew someone else who had a boat. I now DO have a friend who has a boat and little did I realize that people who own boats typically know other people who own boats. This is the roundabout way of saying that we went on my friends’ friend’s Duffy, which is a little electric boat with a canopy on top. It was perfect for cruising around Newport Harbor if I do say so myself.

Yeah yeah, another boat entry. I like the ocean. I like boats. I can’t help it. You’ll have to blame Patrick this time though.



So Patrick, Michele, Linda, Dave, Jill, Kevin and I all boarded the Duffy on a sunshine-y Sunday afternoon. The first thing to know about a Duffy is that because it’s a small vessel, you have to evenly distribute the passenger weight to both sides. I think this very fact affected my vertigo just a wee bit. I certainly didn’t want to ask anyone’s weight (or have anyone ask mine for that matter) to do a calculation of body weight to beer and snack ratio thus to allow the Duffy to maintain an even keel. I think most of the time we were all leaning a bit port side. Look at me! I’ve been on enough boats this past year to know which is which!


Patrick would like to show the heathen vs. gentlemen why of tying up a boat.

I think one of the best things about a Duffy is it’s ‘I don’t give a crap, I’m just a floating party boat, wanna a beer?’ attitude. You can just motor around, wave to the big ships passing you by, talk sausage (Kevin’s term), and enjoy the day. You can pretty much stop anywhere in the harbor that has a dock (which most do) without too much hassle. Duffy’s aren’t made for anything but that purpose. So now I have golf cart and Duffy on the list of silly things I would buy if I had a whole bunch of money that I didn’t feel like donating to poor people.



Anyhow, the first stop we made was to get gas. Yeah, it was pretty cool. I’ve always realized that you need to have floating gas stations to fill up your boat but I still am pretty fascinated with a 7-11 on the water. I had to buy a t-shirt. No seriously, I bought a t-shirt.


Ok, it's not a 7-11, but it's damn close.

The next stop was the Balboa Yacht club where Michele was sweet enough to buy us all really really yummy Bloody Marys. This is also where we learned that Patrick ironed Michele’s shirt for her that day. While I personally don’t think that in itself was a big deal, the group ran with it and called poor Patrick ‘nancy’ and ‘whipped’ all day long. ‘Nancy’ and ‘whipped’ are my phrases, I don’t dare report the sausage that Dave was hitting Patrick with. (Did that sound dirty?)


Linda, Patrick, Michele, Dave, Jill, Me, and Kevin (with hat)

After the yacht club and floating around for a couple more hours we headed back. We had planned an evening gathering at my place but I turned into the nancy when I cancelled due to tiredness. I know, I know.

Just because he did this it deserves to be posted.

I want to give a quick thanks to Patrick and Michele for the idea and Dave, Jill and Linda for the laughs. You guys are truly awesome.