We’ve left Wine Country and are nestled in a lovely B&B in Mendocino for the next two nights, before we start the drive home, back to this other reality that has faded into a bit of a blur over the last week. In some alternate life, Curt and I are a couple of working-class 30-somethings – right now, we’re traveling foodies, enjoying great restaurants and beautiful scenery everywhere we look. Curt said as we were leaving the last of our winery visits and heading back to Highway 101 that it felt like we were driving through a postcard. It has been one good thing after another, and I think we both have felt the weight of the world slip away ever so gently.
So, to catch up from our last post, which was a couple of days ago. On Saturday, we went back to San Francisco, but this time we met up with Curt’s cousin, Sandra, and she drove us in and around the city. We are very grateful for her insider knowledge of the city! We drove to Sausalito, parked the car, met Sandra and drove to the Marin Headlands for a view of the Golden Gate from up there. Then we drove across, and stopped at the viewpoint right next to the Presidio. I got some great shots from there, and we were so happy later on in the day that we did stop there because the fog really rolled in around 3:30 that afternoon.
We were able to see many of the places we really wanted to – Mission Dolores, the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul (which was a personal favorite – it was fantastic), Coit Tower, the view from Twin Peaks, Lombard Street, Postcard Row, and Fisherman’s Wharf. We stopped for a little while at the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park, and that was really neat. I can see my in-laws having a great time there – lots of exotic plants there.
The downside was the insane amount of traffic. We got stuck making circles in Chinatown and the Italian district, trying to find parking to go have lunch. We gave up and found a parkade at Fisherman’s Wharf, and ate at the Boudin sourdough restaurant. After walking around the wharf and seeing the sights, we made one last stop at the Palace of Fine Arts, a gorgeous Classical styled outdoor building and gardens. We were there too late to go inside but there were plenty of photo opportunities outside. We finished the day by driving across the Golden Gate in thick fog that left us by the time we got into Sausalito.
Yesterday was a lazy day again, a recovery from all the urban craziness that is San Fran. We had a leisurely breakfast, then headed to Mass at the Cathedral of St. Eugene. I have to be perfectly honest that I was disappointed by our time there. I won’t go into great detail, but I was wondering when we were going to run into a church that had the stamp of American Catholicism that I hear of so much in various blogs I read, the brand of Catholicism that is liturgically tepid, like weak tea. It does exist, and we experienced it. The really sad part was that the Bishop of Santa Rosa led the Mass, on the occasion of his 25th Anniversary of his Ordination. The homily had nothing of the Gospel in it, rather it was a rundown of the Bishop’s accomplishments of the past 25 years, in his own words. That, and a number of other factors, made it a less than memorable event. However, the source and summit was there, present as always in the Eucharist, and that is all that matters.
After Mass, we finally visited the Luther Burbank Home and Garden, and that was very pretty and informative. We had lunch afterwards at a local brewpub, where the food was very good but way too much! The serving sizes, we have found out, are only reasonable at the very good restaurants, where the quality is superb and the servings are for real people.
After coffee and a nap (the new afternoon habit, it seems!) we started searching for hotels in Mendocino. Took a break from that to head out to dinner at LoCoco’s Cucina, just around the corner. What a fantastic place – authentic Italian through and through. I had chicken which had been prepared under a brick! It was wonderful. We shared a bottle of good Italian red wine, and I made the very funny joke that is the title of this post – “shhhh… be vewwy vewwy quiet, we are hunting wed wine” (of course, I had consumed about a glass and a half by that time)
We left Santa Rosa this morning, after finally settling on a place in Mendocino – MacCallum House Bed & Breakfast. They had some good internet deals, and with several properties in Mendocino, I figured we couldn’t go wrong. Plus, the included breakfast looked great, and that has been a real time-save on the trip, having breakfast all ready to go in the morning.
After visiting two more wineries in the Healdburg area – Bella Wine Caves and Ferrari-Carano – we hit the road to Mendocino. We took the 101 to Willits, then the CA 20 to Fort Bragg. The 20 is very windy, through a redwood forest. Fun, but after the first 15 miles, you start to wonder if you’re ever going to see the other side. Eventually, the ocean came into view, and that made us pretty happy. Another 10 miles south from Fort Bragg, and charming little Mendocino came into view. We found our home for the next two days. We’re staying in the Mendocino Village Inn, just a couple blocks from the main MacCallum House. Very quaint, built in 1882. We got a free room upgrade to a gorgeous Victorian room, large with a gas fireplace and a four poster bed, and a sitting area. When we arrived, there was coffee and cookies for the taking. Is this heaven? Close to it. The only things wrecking it are the aging hippies that seem to be strolling wild throughout the town, and the obvious leftist political bent, but other than that, it’s great.
More pictures tomorrow, after we’ve strolled the town and maybe Fort Bragg as well. We leave on Wednesday morning and will be back in Abbotsford by Friday night, if all goes well. Even though we’re having all this fun, I miss my family, my doggies, and my house. It’s nice to go away, and even nicer to come home.