Here is where I try to crunch in a quick blogpost while I have wifi. After leaving San Bernardino, we headed due north towards… wine country.
Quick rant before I extoll the virtues of NoCal: On-route from San Bernardino, we found ourselves in the outskirt suburbs of LA searching for a restroom. I hit a Starbucks, another coffee place and a Subway. They either did not have a public restroom, or had a padlock with a numberpad attached to it. I finally had to pay a quarter to the padlocked grocery store bathroom. LA is the land of nothing is free, not even the bathrooms.
We had it in our heads that we would hit Healdsburg, CA because there appeared to be quite a bit of wineries there, and it was a decent drive from San Bernardino. A plus was there were breweries in the area as well, something for Rob to enjoy. What actually ended up happening is we got off the highway at some point for a bathroom break, and while driving through this little town of Petaluma, my google map informed me of a brewpub nearby and we decided we were game. It was a little place called Dempsey’s Restaurant and Brewery. We stopped in and had a sample paddle and a pile of shoestring onions to soak it up. While we were sitting there trying to decide our next move, Rob got into conversations with the bartender and the locals who insisted we try Lagunitas, just up the road a ways. Again, we were game, so after a nice stroll in downtown Petaluma (it feels sort of like a smaller version of Collinsville) we got back in the car, headed for this legendary Lagunitas.
Well, you read Rob’s blog post about the place, so I’ll try not to repeat him. It was a lot of fun, and we did what Rob loves best: talk to the locals. I had 1 or 2 pints, but for the rest of the time I was enjoying the interesting open air bar that moved seamlessly from outside, where they featured live music, to inside where they had tons of their own creative brews on tap, to the back outside patio area for smokers. We stayed here till closing, which was only 9 p.m. and found our way to a hotel half a mile away.
The next morning we headed due north again, headed for Crescent City which is a small town on the shore, just by the border of Oregon. We were so tired by the time we arrived. We’d spent the entire day driving the Pacific Coast Highway which is an insane feat.
Oregon has been amazing so far. Nice, quiet, young, but still a city. They’re very green, organic, and friendly to vegetarians. It’s been a wonderful trip here so far. Maybe I’ll write more about this city later. For now, we’re packing up and headed to Seattle.