With the exception of going to Disneyland, there aren't many tourist cliches about California that Sally, Darryl and I didn't indulge on our trip.   We:

   Went to wine tastings in Sonoma County
   Watched seals at Jenner on the coast
   Rode cable cars in San Francisco and had cocktails at the Top of the Mark
   Had dinner at Clint Eastwood's restaurant in Carmel
   Drove the coast from San Francisco to Los Angeles
   Went to the Hearst Castle at San Simeon
   Visited the Reagan Presidential Library
   Went to a taping of the Tonight Show in Hollywood and
   Saw Faith Hill in concert at the Hollywood Bowl.

Heck, we even went to the State Capitol in
Sacramento.  Most importantly, we attended
my niece's wedding.  And we ate and ate and ate and....

Here's a "day-by-day" re-cap.

  
  
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A word about hotels...

One of the things that made this trip so great was our selection of the five hotels we visited.

My personal favorite was our selection of Vintner's Inn in Sonoma County.  Here's a photo of the patio of our room (where Sally developed a personal relationship with a hummingbird she named "Chuck".  This picture is taken through the grape vines of the vinyard that surronded us.











When we moved on to San Francisco, we stayed at the Tuscan Inn at Fisherman's Wharf.  I had stayed here on business in the past and liked it quite a lot.  It's a bit worn around the edges now, but you can't beat the hospitality of the staff and the location--around the corner from the end of the cable car line and across from the ferry to Sausalito.

Sally's favorite hotel was the LaPlaya on Carmel by the Sea.  Here's a photo of her enjoying a mojito in the bar. 











I probably didn't enjoy the hotel as much as Sally did because that was where our rental car decided to give up the ghost.  I spent a significant amount of my time in Carmel waiting for tow trucks and driving to the Budget office in Monterey to pick up a new car for us.

In Santa Barbara, we stayed at the Hotel Santa Barbara downtown on State Street, which provided a great location to see the sites of the city, and in Los Angeles, we were at the Luxe Bel Air on Sunset Boulevard.  It's kind of a funky place.  When we checked in the receptionist said that she'd upgraded us to a "theme suite".  She wouldn't tell what the theme was, but it turned out to be Japanese.  The huge room had a great patio overlooking the Westwood-Century City area.

   Thursday-Friday  We arrived in San Francisco
   late on Thursday night and drove to Santa Rosa
   and checked in at Vintner's Inn.  Friday was an
   "R and R" day where we just hit a couple of
   Sonoma wineries.  One was B. R. Cohn near
   Glen Ellen.  B. R. was and is the manager of the
   Doobie Brothers, and he's parlayed his earnings
   into a terrific winery.  Sally, Darryl and I
   stopped at the Glen Ellen Market, picked up
   some sandwiches and picnicked at the winery
   (left).

   Later in the day, we hit the "new" Coppola
   winery near Geyserville.  It's not nearly as big
   or flashy as Coppola's other winery (although it
   will be soon), but it did have a great laid-back
   feel that we appreciated.  Later, we went in to
   Healdsburg and had dinner.

   Saturday was the raison d'etre of the trip.  My niece Meghan got married to a very nice
   young man named Michael Wilmoth in Sacramento.  In the photo above, they're enjoying a
    well-deserved lunch after the ceremony.  It was a warm (really, really warm) beautiful day,
   and a very impressive ceremony. 

   Afterward, S, D & I toured the State Capitol, which we liked quite a lot.  We were particularly
   impressed by the dozens of magnola, palm and orange trees on the grounds.


   On Sunday, we drove from Santa
   Rosa to Jenner on the coast for
   lunch.  While we were there, we
   saw a small sand bar off the coast
   covered with dozens of seals who
   were basking in the sunshine.

   On the way in to San Francisco,
   we saw a wildfire near Bodega Bay,
   and later in the evening we had a
   great dinner in Chinatown, followed
   by a trip to the Metreon multi-plex
   to see
The Hangover, which neither
   Darryl nor Sally had seen. 
   Shockingly, they said that it wasn't
   the funniest thing they'd ever seen.

   Monday was a "free day" in San Francisco.  The original idea was for the three of
   us to split up and do whatever we wanted to do.  That didn't pan out.  The day started
    early as Darryl and I rode the cable cars from Fisherman's Wharf to Mission Street.

   Later, the three of us rode the ferry to Sausalito (see photo of Sally above) for
   lunch and shopping along the waterfront.  Among the most improbable purchases
   I made was an aluminum Christmas tree.  Go figure.  Later that evening, we went
   to dinner at a very nice Italian restaurant in the Financial District and finished our
   visit to San Francisco with a cocktail at the Top of the Mark.  It's lost some of its
   luster since its heyday, but it still makes a mean martini, and the fews of The City
   are incredible.

   Tuesday was our most improbable day.  The goal was to see a couple of things in
   San Francisco (the "crookedest street" section of Lombard and the "painted lady"
   Victorian houses on Steiner before driving to Carmel to explore that town.  We
   saw the SF sites, but a strange thing happened on the way to Carmel--the Santa
   Cruz boardwalk.  We were delayed for several hours by the old time amusment
   park, where: 1) Darryl and I rode the water coaster; 2) Sally and I played miniature
   golf (I won a free game!); and 3) Darryl ate cotton candy and got a tattoo. 

   In short, it was a very guilty pleasure, but we had a ball. 

   Later in the day, we arrived at the hotel in Carmel.  It was certainly beautiful , but
   I wasn't able to enjoy it as much as I wanted because that was the moment our car
   decided to conk out.  I spent valuable vacation time waiting for tow trucks and
   returing cars to the airport.  However, later in the evening, the three of us did
   have a wonderful dinner at Clint Eastwood's Mission Ranch restaurant.

   Wednesday, we drove along the coast from Carmel to Santa Barbara, stopping in San
   Simeon to visit the Hearst Castle.  In the photos above, the "Casa Grande" or the main
   house is at left; the swimming pool is in the middle; and Sally is goofing around in the
   main court at right--taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.  It's quite a place--
   creepy in lots of ways, but still quite a place.

   Thursday's highlight was visiting
   the Reagan Presidential Library in
   Simi Valley.  We spent about four
   hours there, and I think I can say
   that all three of us were inspired
   and renewed by reveling in the
   words and deeds our 40th president.

   Above is a replica of the Oval Office
   in 1985 (except there's no picture of
   Donna Hild Russell this time), and a
   right, Sally and Darryl stand near
   the tomb on the site where Reagan's
   funeral was conducted.

   Later we drove into Los Angeles,
   went to the Arclight to see Up, and
   had dinner at Eva Longoria Parker's
   restaurant, Beso (where we were
   surrounded by twenty-somethings
   and felt as if we were about 300
   years old.
 

   So obviously, if you're going to California, you've got to have a big finale, and on Friday, we did. 

   We started in Pasadena by touring the Gamble House, a famous representation of the Arts and Crafts school of design from the early 20th
   century.  Darryl is a big Frank Lloyd Wright fan (for some reason) and although Frank didn't design the Gamble House, two of his disciples did.

   From there, we went to Universal Studios for a taping of The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien.  Conan's guests were actor Seth Green,
   a stuntman,and Demi Lovato from the Disney Channel.  Even though we had to wait in line for an hour-and-a-half to get in (see photo at
   top of page), it was worth it, and we had a great time.

   Afterward, we hotfooted it down to Hollywood to see Faith Hill at the Hollywood Bowl.  Yes, it was a long way from Star, Mississippi to the big
   stage she was standing on Friday night, but she did indeed make that stage her own.  She put on a great show and the audience loved her. 

   To toast the success of the trip before returning home on Saturday, we went to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel for a nightcap.

   It was truly a memorable trip. 
  Well, OF COURSE, I made a compilation CD
   for the trip.  Here's what was on it


    Pacific Coast Party  Smash Mouth
    Highway 101   Jackson Taylor Band
    Santa Rosa   The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
    The Late Great Golden State   Dwight Yoakam
    (More Bounce in) California   Soul Kind #1
    20th Century Fox Fanfare   The London Symphony Orchestra
    Ready to Take a Chance Again   Barry Manilow
    Fake Tales of San Francisco   Arctic Monkeys
    San Francisco   Judy Garland
    Studebaker   Warren Zevon
    I Love L. A.    Randy Newman
    Moving to L. A.   Art Brut
    Los Angelenos   Billy Joel
    All I Wanna Do   Sheryl Crow
    Hell Looks a Lot Like L. A.   Less Than Jake
    Hooray for Hollywood   Duke Ellington
    The Little Old Lady from Pasadena   Jan and Dean
    Sweet Dreams  My LA Ex   Rachel Stevens
    Disneyland   Five for Fighting
    California Girls   David Lee Roth
    California Girls   Gretchen Wilson
    California, Here I Come!   Al Jolson
TRAVELING WITH DARRYL

Yeah, Darryl is lots of fun, but when you're traveling with him, all of Baton Rouge comes along for the trip.  (Needless to say, that if you're an investor or tenant in Baton Rouge, you should do business with Darryl because he'll always take your call.)

Sally and I have made a joke out of it over the years,and on this trip, I thought I'd do a "photo collage" of Darryl on the phone in scenic locations.  This is as far as I got before I gave up.

Darryl on the phone in San Francisco...


















Darryl on the phone at San Simeon...





















Darryl on the phone at Alcatraz...










You get the picture.
Sally, Darryl and Matt in the Golden State
July 2009
Sally, Darryl and I were resolved to go somewhere that started with an "I" in 2009--either Iceland, Italy or India.  Oddly enough, Iceland was the frontrunner until schedules couldn't be worked out.  

As it turns out, the second week in July was the only week they were available.  I said I had to be at my niece's wedding in Sacramento that week.  From there, it was inevitable that we would decide that we'd all go!