Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Skagit River Brewing Co.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
...The End.
Mark flew out of the bay area and Meg and I drove the rest of the way home (after chillin' with Ian and Liz a bit). We hit some heavy snow by Mt. Shasta, and the evergreen state reminded us how it stays ever-green. Rain and all, it just feels good to be home.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Last Day Before the Conference
Mark and I played a thoroughly entertaining round of Disc Golf at Morley Field in San Diego with Boyd and Tony. These guys were classic. Boyd, the middle aged, very cool southern Californian, was plenty out spoken on a whole variety of topics—including the sexual indiscretions of his many employees. However, rest assured that the next time I’m looking for a “gentlemen’s house of pleasure” in Tijuana, I’ll know right where to go. Our other companion apparently had some similar interests, but Tony was much quieter and all around easier to connect with. Tony was also way better at disc golf than either of us. Tony’s Hispanic. He’s currently working two jobs to pay off the $500 ticket he got for driving without a license. In fact, he only got out to play because the woman whose yard he was supposed to be working in wasn’t home yet. Tony sounded like a good guy who’s making his way, and doing it by working way harder than I probably ever will.
We headed out across the bridge from SD to the Coronado Brewery. We enjoyed the place and while we didn’t get any comments on paper, we certainly dug the beer.
Wilderness (?) Lakes (?)
One of the cool things about the Thousand Trails campsites is that they pull us off the interstates a few miles and give us a small feel for the surrounding countryside. Sometimes we get to see little rural neighborhoods, and sometimes, like last night, we get to sleep next to mile after mile of tract housing, among other things. Now, we were warned by some folks at another TT about the smell at the Wilderness Lakes Preserve, but we didn’t really believe them and passed it off, foolish as we are. As we drove through the dark, past the miles of house piled upon house, the smell seeped through the vents of the car. We were hoping for wilderness, and lakes... These were no where to be found. The smell was distinctly manure, and I suggested there must be farms in the area—wrong-o, moose-breath! The smell, we soon discovered, was coming from thousands of cattle, piled almost on top of each other in feed lots directly next door to the campsite. Yes, directly. In fact, there were cattle not more than 100 feet from the doors of our tents. I think this may be enough to push me to give up the one last vestige of my beef consumption—beef jerky. I guess not all is lost, since I now have Smofu in my life.
The Way Home
The Landfill
Ched
The Conference
Sunday, January 22, 2006
DON'T READ THIS (It's from Meg...)
Aaron was working on my computer as I finished reading Lois Lowery’s The Messenger for the second time. As much as I tried, I couldn’t quite keep the tears back as I closed the book with a sigh. I tried to subtly wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, but my nose proved a more complicated matter. So I got up and walked the couple hundred feet around to the other side of the shack to the women’s restroom, right across from the swing set.
As I walked in, I noticed that the far handicap stall was closed and heard a man’s voice. At first I thought maybe I had gone in the wrong room, but then I remembered that the men’s room was on the other side of the shack. As I walked into the nearest stall to grab some tissue, I innocently thought that maybe a man was with his young daughter. Almost as soon as I thought that, I dismissed it as I heard him again. “Oh, yeah, baby!” And then I heard a woman’s sultry voice heavily reply, “Oh, yeah. Yes. Ohhh. Right there. Ohhh.” My eyes grew wide as I realized what was happening two stalls over in the rather unclean and very public woman’s room. They were still moaning in pleasure as I threw my tissue away and rushed out, a bit embarrassed at what I had overheard.
By the time I got back to the picnic table I was again wiping my eyes, but this time from laughter. Mindful of the presence of kids, unlike the two in the restroom, I went around to where Aaron was sitting and told him what I had just overheard. He kind of laughed and rolled his eyes. “Oh those teenagers,” he said. I looked at him doubtfully. “Aaron, they didn’t sound like kids. They sounded older than that to me.” “Come on, Meg,” he replied. “Who else but kids would be having sex in a public restroom? And remember, the high school was just getting out when we arrived.” Who else, indeed.
A few minutes later a very happy and friendly couple in their twenties appeared and called two kids over to them. One was the third girl who I had noticed earlier. The other was a boy who was just at the age where he could run around. Their two young children had been left to entertain themselves at the playground while they had attended to… well, other needs. The man was eager to chat with us about how the park was hot (free wi-fi available, but take it as you will) while the boy sat proudly on his shoulders. The girl excited by the final appearance of her mother, ran ahead, calling for her to chase after, which the mom obligingly did. Aaron and I exchanged knowing smiles and I struggled not to laugh as I heard a stranger’s reply to the young girl after being told that her mom had chased her around: “Well, your mom’s getting her exercise today, isn’t she?” She certainly was.
Google Local led us astray...
This is why we made the rule. All brewpubs must be contacted over the phone before we go there. We broke the rule. We thought this was Stone Brewing. Stone Brewing Co. is huge! They make great beer! This… this was a liquor store. Fortunately, after scrambling a bit, we landed at San Marcos Brewing Co., a stop we all thoroughly enjoyed.
Two More Brew Stops
Aaron: Having Joel join us made my night. It’s great to have some fresh company. I was initially totally unimpressed by the 31 TVs located throughout th single room. Fortunately, the quality of both the pizza and the beer won me over. It is a chain (we discovered after we arrived), but I guess it wouldn’t be if it wasn’t good. Cool sampler tray. ----THUMBS UP
Mark: I would recommend this brewery on the condition that one sits faing away from the TVs as I did. Since there are only two of these seats I would suggest ordering pizza and beer to go. The sampler was classy. Great pizza. ----THUMBS UP
Meg: Well, the homemade lasagna (sic.) was quite good. But the pint of Sunset Amber was pretty disappointing—I didn’t even finish half of it. It was fun having Joel join us, and overall it was a good evening. ----THUMBS ASIDE
SUPER SPECIAL GUEST, Bishop Mitchell: What a joy to get the last minute call that these guys were in town. I haven’t done a sampler in a while, but I enjoy the diversity of it. The hef and the stout were the best ones, I’m not sure I would by anything else. The pizza was good, but the company is what made it all worth it. ----THUMBS UP
San Marcos Brewery and Grill, San Marcos, CA
Mark: What can I say… San Marcos is the man—and the brewery. The architecture kicks toshie and they get props for the outdoor fire pits. The food was good. The stout was excellent, and Carson is letting us crash on his floor—good times! I’d drive out of my way anytime for this place. ----TWO THUMBS UP
Aaron: What a relief! All we had to do was get south of LA and everything starts looking up. Thank God for San Marcos. Er, well, I really have no idea what the place is like, but I sure Enjoyed the brewery. Tonight we included Meg on th sampler tasting (relieving her of DD duty), and that heavily swayed the numbers on the ratings. Until the Stout and Pale, I liked everything they didn’t and visa versa. This all resulted in high numbers for the place, which, on the whole, I think it deserves. Oh! And thy had nachos, a first on the trip. ----THUMBS UP
Meg: Well, I certainly enjoyed San Marcos. Perhaps it was because I tried the sampler tonight. I thought that the majority of the beers were great and I was surprised that for four of the six Mark and I agreed on the rating. The murals were cool and if I lived in the area, I’d definitely come again. Oh yeah, and the food was just what I wanted tonight. ----THUMBS UP
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Chilly times at the Soledad Canyon Thousand Trails Preserve
On the way back and forth to the bathroom, our feet crunch over the frozen grass carpeting the ground. Yes, that was FROZEN grass. Soon our fingers and noses were joining the grass in this chilly state, but all was not lost. We boiled up some water and each of us slept in the company of a 200 degree nalgene bottle. Our bags kept us warm enough, and even the trains took pity on us, remaining quiet for most of the night.
Introducing Chuck and Toni
After a good night's sleep at their place, Mark's aunt and uncle took us out to lunch in their '39 REO crew-cab truck. After lunch we got a lengthy tour of Chuck and Toni's incredible vintage trailer collection. They travel around the country, towing this vintage trailer behind their amazing truck. The trailer has been gutted, and Chuck himself admits that the roof is all that remains of the original. The love and attention to detail that has been invested in each of piece of sheet metal, rivet and custom window is mind boggling. Very impressive.
Their house was also host to about one hundred coffee grinders (of which I am aparently one of only a few people to correctly identify...). The grinder collection got Mark and I dreaming about all the things besides coffee that could be ground in one... cheap vintage grinders run $10-$20 on ebay, and one could grind corn, nuts... imagine the custom nut butters! Obviously I felt like I could talk shop with them over the obsessive collections, being rather familiar with the habit as I am. Anyway...
Friday, January 20, 2006
On To The Beer!!
Aaron: Well, for a sports bar, this place wasn’t so bad… but for a brew pub, it was. Nice building, just filled with the mesmerizing lights of too many large TVs. Our $9 sandwiches were palm-sized, but the curly fries stood out. Beer was OK to poor, and the service, while friendly, left something to be desired. OK first stop. ----THUMB DOWN
Mark: I’ve been trying to be less negative lately. But this place makes it tough. I’m going to say there must be a different beer culture in
Wolf Creek Restaurant and Brewing Co.,
Mark: Despite the lack of wolf décor and disappointing décor, I liked the home-made mugs on the wall (see picture! –a) and the free bread/olive dip. The beer was OK, but no stout! ----THUMB DOWN
Aaron: Loved that Winter Wonderland! Great caramel flavor. Too bad the place is in a strip mall, right by a Ralph’s and Rite-Aid (see pic with Starbucks and Blockbuster). Pizza was OK. ----THUMB ASIDE
Meg: Other than the fact it was in a strip mall and the noise level seemed a bit high, I enjoyed it. My turkey avocado melt and garlic fries were delicious and I loved the Winter Wonderland. ----THUMB ASIDE
Day 5: Santa Barbara to Santa Clarita
Today we got a slow start, dried some stuff out and even took a dip in the spa before picking up camp and heading out of the Rancho Oso Thousand Trails Preserve. Mark and I played a round in
Tonight we get to sleep with a roof over our heads (thank God!), courtesy of Mark’s Uncle Chuck. Of course, I lost the coin toss with Mark for the bed, so I’ll be sleeping on a couple thermarests. Oh well, I can still enjoy the roof.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Day 4: Hollister to Santa Barbara
Today’s drive down to San Luis Obispo was incredible. From Hollister to King City we got to drive down Hwy 25. I had to keep taking these deep breaths and remind myself that, “oh, it’s me driving… LOOK AT THE ROAD, AARON!!” These pictures weren’t of the most amazing parts of the drive, but as we climbed out of the San Benito Range, I realized that the vistas were being left behind and I had to capture some of it. Left behind were the beautiful rolling hills lit by vivid sunshine peaking through the scattered clouds. Left behind was the FULL RAINBOW that spanned the valley, ridge to ridge. If it had been just me in the car, I’m sure it would have taken three hours to make the hour drive, so many photos there were to be taken.
In Paso Robles we made use of a pleasant café with wireless internet so we could plan out the remainder of our day. Nice to have two computers on the road (this is a very high tech trip…). Meg said her latte was among the finest in her memory.
Mark and I played a tiring but enjoyable round at Waller
Our day ended with another cold night in damp sleeping bags, but it didn’t rain again, and now pretty much everything is dry, and tonight we’re sleeping at Mark’s uncle’s place anyway. Here’s to a good, warm night’s rest!