Everyday should be like a honeymoon day.
Stop 1: Portland, OR. Where we picked up our sweet Ford Focus rental, rescued Chad’s luggage from the deathgrip of DIA, had an amazing little rainy lunch on a sweet table cloth, took a glorious nap, had cocktails overlooking the city, found Matt & Christina for dinner, and took a picture of ourselves. And oh yeah, we stayed at a Holiday Inn Express.
Then we drove across Oregon. Well, Chad drove, I rode happily and took pictures out the window and occasionally accidentally of myself. It was grey and cloudy and a darn good day to bemoan the complexities of a state where you cannot pump your own gasoline.
Mountains, pretty colors, quirky small towns. And no one died of diphtheria. Win.
Stop 3: San Francisco. Big big bridge, bright bright sun.
Nummy date night at Nob Hill Grille followed by a morning exploring the city, including its crazy hills, marmelade for breakfast, boats, Fisherman’s Wharf, that one famous crooked street, more boats and warm kissy sunshine. I love him.
Then the love of my life drove me along Highway 1 while I held his hand (while he wasn’t confidently – and hotly – handling hairpin turns along a jagged mountain that would’ve scared me off the road) and dreamily watched the sun sink below the horizon just before we got to our destination for the night.
Stop 4: The random tiny town of San Simeon, home of The Morgan – a surprisingly cheap and nice boutique hotel – and bad food at another hotel’s restaurant.
Stop 5: Santa Barbara. I met Russ & June Michaelson while I was at LCC, and they graciously offered us their home during our stay in Santa Barbara, as they were in Guatemala for a wedding. Check out the ahhhhhhh-mazing backyard. Seriously, love.
And we wined. Oh, we wined. I know very little about wine, really only what I’ve learned from Wine Club (it’s educational), so as long as I enjoy what I’m drinking, I don’t really care what it is. I know. I make the hearts of all you real wine drinkers out there very very sad. It’s okay.
Map in hand, off we went. First stop: Rusak. Second stop: somewhere I didn’t take a picture of. Kenneth Someone, I think? Third stop: Rancho Sisquoc, where we ate a yummy, yummy picnic (pictured below).
Fifth stop: Koehler. Hi, Tara! Hi, Jane!
What, like you’ve never made funny faces after a day of wine tasting?
And look! I even helped drive. And we got In-n-Out. They love Jesus. Just like the pretty Mission building in Santa Barbara.
And after 8 days and 1200+ miles, it was over. We had a great time, really. The trip was everything I’d hoped it would be.