Saturday, November 9, 2013

Day-40: Carlsbad to Morro Bay

Monday, November 4, 2013

After a leisurely breakfast with Diane & Greg we packed the car and after bidding them farewell, we were on the road by 9:45. We had a great visit and enjoyed being with them traveling through the parks and cities of the west coast. We traveled many a mile together and covered some of the most scenic and interesting roads in the country.

We headed north on the I-5 to the I-405 to the CA/US-101 to the CA-1 backtracking on our route from last week. Once again we passed through the Los Angeles metropolitan area without delay. Timing is very important in such a transit; just hours earlier or later would change the travel time dramatically.

Art in the Park
Ojai, CA
America's Shangrila
Near Ventura, we sidetracked from our intended route and traveled to Ojai, CA, Southern California's Shangri La, a city high in the hills, reportedly an artsy community. The city is quaint in appearance, loaded with shops to snag the wayward traveler. In that we were “passing through”, we made no stops but continued on toward Santa Barbara.






Vandenburg AFB, CA
NASA Lompoc, CA
Continuing along CA-1 we arrived in the Lompoc, CA area noted for two things best I can tell; Vandenburg AFB and the Federal Correction Center.  We actually drove out to the beach at Lompoc Surf where a coastal Amtrak station sits adjacent to the USAF/NASA facility about seven miles north of one of the primary launch sites. As for the prison, it had been one of the more famous ClubFed locations housing the likes of Nixon era crooks including Chief of Staff H.R. Haldeman and inside trader Ivan Boesky. Today the prison is rated at a higher security level having shed the “club” moniker. Surrounding the base and prison are tens of thousands of acres of agricultural lands producing the salad fixin's for America's tables.

Lompoc Traffic Jam
Could Be Trouble For The Sign
Acres & Acres of Lettuce











Port San Luis, CA
Continuing north we came upon the San Luis Obispo area where we drove out to Avila Beach at Port San Luis. It’s a beautiful bay, loaded with sailboats and both commercial and recreational fishing fleets.





Morro Bay, CA
As darkness approached we decided to stop for the night at Morro Bay. With the change of clocks yesterday, the sun sure sets early. After check in at the Best Western San Marcos Inn we headed to the nearby waterfront for dinner. With Sheila’s quick look at the AAA travel book we selected Windows On The Water, a 3-Star (AAA) restaurant.




Morro Bay, CA
Dinner at Windows On The Water was great with the second floor setting offering great views of the well-protected harbor. Sheila’s salad looked like a flower, in actuality a head of Boston lettuce cored out and filled with a variety of salad offerings including bacon, we should have taken a picture. I had a Caesar Salad followed by scallops while Sheila’s entrée was a steak pizza. The dinner was finished off with a Smores dessert. To top off the atmosphere the restaurant had an acoustic guitarist playing in the background while in the bar one could watch the Packers vs. Bears game.

By the way, with all of our recent Best Western stays, tonight was free, though our net worth is now down by 25,000 Best Western points.

This was a long day, clocking over 370 miles. Tomorrow will have to be an early day if we’re to make our lunch date in Los Altos.


Morro Bay, CA

Day-39: Dinner, The Highlight of the Day

Sunday, November 3, 2013


We woke up to a day of rest. This morning there was fog or some sort of low hanging clouds in and around Carlsbad. Rumor has it, when the Southern Californians notice the less than perfect weather, they all go outside with hairdryers blowing to rid the skies of the foggish mist. Whether true or not, by noon the sun was back in full force.

Having finished a healthy breakfast of cereal, yogurt, fruit and muffins, Greg and I prepared for the next golf outing. After picking up Bernie from next door, we headed to the Lake San Marcos Executive Golf Course, a Par 58, 2,700 yard course that we had played when last in Carlsbad. I like the course but the fact that I don’t remember any scores probably means that my game was not on for the day. I do remember a seven on a par 3 and another “gift” 7 on a Par 4. We finished in less than three hours and were back home by 2:00 or so.

In that it was mid-afternoon and not to ruin our appetite for dinner we dined on cheese & crackers with sides of fruit for a lite-lunch while watching what remained of the day’s NFL games.

In that guests were coming to dinner, Diane, and Greg I might add, busily prepped the house and kitchen for the evening’s event. The aroma of tomatoes roasting permeated the kitchen, offering a signal of good things to come.

Before
After


By 5:00 with the fireplace aglow, the first wine was poured, a red for me and a white for Greg. We also had an excellent smoked Halibut spread with crackers to munch on while watching the games.






Right on time at 5:30, neighbors Darlene and Nik arrived. Greg and I had played golf with them on Friday. After introductions we enjoyed a variety of appetizers including the Halibut spread and spinach-kale cheese balls all served with wine, and a little more wine all the while Diane was making the final dinner preparations.



Around 6:30 we moved into the dining room and found our seats around the candle lit table. For dinner Diane served a green salad, cheese ravioli with the roasted tomato sauce, French bread and of course more wine, all very nice and delicious. To top off the night, the homemade ice cream made a return visit, as good as ever, downed eagerly by all at the table. And if you’re wondering, yes I did enjoy the vegetarian dinner; not that I am ready to give up meat, but one non-meat meal in 65+ years is probably okay.

Well you know what happens after a hearty meal and a few glasses, well bottles of wine; yep, the eyelids get heavy and then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Day-38: Grilled Cheese at the Ritz

Saturday, November 2, 2013


After another relaxing night we were up but not too early. After coffee and breakfast Greg and I ventured back over to the Lexus Spa to retrieve their car.

Our plan of the day included a drive up the coast to Dana Point for lunch at the Ritz-Carlton Laguna Niguel. After donning our “Orange County” attire (including my KHL Yacht Club shirt) we took to the road. By the way, the Lexus Spa had worked wonders on the car, sparkling clean, with shiny tires and a soothing hum purring from the engine.

San Onofre Nuclear Power Plant
En-route we passed iconic Southern California locations including the USMC base at Camp Pendleton, the “eternally idle” San Onofre Nuclear Power Station and Dick Nixon’s old haunt at San Clemente. We actually came within a few miles of Mission San Juan Capistrano but too far to see if the sparrows were home. For whatever reason, the Saturday traffic on I-5 was intense, actually stop & go (more stop, than go) so after consultation with the backseat navigator, Greg ventured over to the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) CA-1 for the last miles into the Dana Point area.

On arrival we were able to quickly find a park just across the street from the Ritz-Carlton in the Doheny State Beach parking lot. With their state park season pass, parking would be free versus the $15.00+tip charge for valet service at the Ritz.
 
You might ask just how did we know we were at the Ritz? Well, perhaps it was the sign or more likely the “gold” fire hydrant. The hydrant was probably encircled by an “invisible fence” to keep dogs at bay.






The hotel was participating in a humane treatment for elephants program, “The Elephant Parade” program. Featured were a series of small elephant sculptures painted by various artists. The program is similar to the painted cows, horses, dolphins, mermaids, etc. seen in other cities. (www.elephantparade.com)











We found the outdoor café and were seated at a table with a view, a great view I might add, as the hotel sits upon a bluff overlooking the Pacific with vistas of the coastline to the north and south. As the café featured “communal” dining, we were joined by another couple, much younger I might add. Seems it had taken us 60 plus years to find ourselves dining at the Ritz, and they were doing so in their thirties.

Looking South
Looking North










As we sat down the server brought a bowl of addictive house made potato chips, well the server actually brought bowls (plural) of the chips. I suppose we could have hung out there for hours devouring the chips all afternoon but we were there for lunch. The grilled cheese sandwich had earned high marks so naturally that was my preferred entrée along with a Stone IPA; a mighty fine lunch it was. The chicken and Ahi salads also looked particularly good and if the amount left on the plates was an indicator, they too were enjoyed.



After lunch we walked around the hotel grounds briefly before heading back to the car.







Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, we were greeted at the car by a personal note from the Orange County Sheriff’s department letting us know that we were not in a state park, it was actually a county park and that Orange County did not honor the state’s season parking passes. Not only that, they kindly requested the payment of a $41 “get-out-of-jail” donation. Do we get no mercy here, does our age, military service and good looks mean nothing, on top of that we’re generally nice people; so what’s up with the ticket? Certainly Greg will take this case to the Supreme Court if necessary to ensure that good triumphs over evil.

From the parking lot we ventured to a couple of overlooks gazing at the mega houses along the beachfront. A sign indicated that lots started at $2.0+M; good thing we didn’t have our checkbooks.

All in all, it was a great afternoon outing, another opportunity for dining in an appealing setting devouring great food with long-time friends.

Once back home we tuned in to college football but within minutes several of us were caught dozing off for catnaps here and there.

Our plan for the evening had been to visit the local In-N-Out Burger though when Diane offered an option of no more car rides coupled with leftovers of the pizza and home made soup, we caved in and chose the more relaxed and less stressful option of having to walk no more that 15 feet to the kitchen table for comfort food we all enjoyed.

After dinner we watched more college football and the HSBC golf tournament from Shanghai. As with last night, one by one, we ambled up the stairs and all began another restful night.