Road Trip Notes

I won't get a chance to do this often but I thought while I had a computer and an hour of downtime that I would update you all on my fabulous journey thus far.

It all started last Tuesday when Steve and I took a United flight to Oakland. Nothing exciting happened on the flight. The inflight movie was Hoodwinked. Soooooo, like I said, nothing exciting happened.

We landed in Oakland and took a crazy expensive cab ride to the Castro district where we stayed in a B & B. The place was nothing fancy but we had a decent room and a bath of our own.

This was my first time in San Francisco. The town is so beautiful. There was too much to see in three days but we tried our damnedest anyway. We did Amoeba Records in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, the Castro District, the Mission District, and Chinatown; we ate a sundae at Ghiradelli Square and played arcade games at Fisherman's Wharf; and I caught up with a college buddy Aaron that now lives in Oakland. The highlight of San Fran had to be the De Young Museum located in Golden Gate Park.

Steve and I were in California for two reason. He needed to pick up a classic car he bought on Ebay. And we celebrated our anniversary on Cinco de Mayo (I'll explain that at another time...a very drunken fairytale story). The car was delivered to us at the Marina on Thursday. Steve tested it out and parked it in an overnight lot. The next day, our anniversary, we packed our stuff in the very tiny car but the car wouldn't start. Happy Anniversary! Steve thought he must have left the lights on so he went in search of someone to jump our battery. After 20 minutes or so, Steve returned and announced that a mechanic would be coming in twenty more minutes. So, we waited. Fifteen minutes later, a mystery man (not the mechanic) pulled up and stopped. He asked if we need help and then proceeds to give us a jump. When this doesn't work, he climbed under the car and discovered a wire that had come loose. He and Steve fixed the problem and we were on our way. The mysterious stranger (named John actually) left without allowing us to show our true appreciation. I don't believe in angels but I do believe there is goodness in the world waiting to come your way if you are open to it.

Steve and I had a great anniversary. We drove up to Sonoma County and stayed in the Russian River area. If you have never heard of Guerneville, CA then look it up. What a strange place, full of wineries and gays.

The next day we went to the Korbel winery and then drove south on Highway 1 to Gorda Springs, a town run but what looked like out of work pirates to me.

To be continued...