We woke up with the intention of getting some shopping done but about the only thing we got to by the time we found a decent place for breakfast was urban outfitters. After I got past the million pairs of skinny jeans and mustache products(finger mustache stickers, domokun with a mustache, sunglasses with a mustache attached by a chain), I found a sweet shirt which i purchased. It may be ironic on some level because it's a hipster store, I'm not sure. It's the famous abbey road album cover of the beatles crossing the street but it's got pacman and ghosts photoshoped over them.
We then went to the car rental place and after being slightly worried we were going to be dudded as there were no convertibles in the car yard we were told the guy was bringing it around. We were quite happy as the car was about $50 a day with full insurance. After getting used to driving on the right hand side of the road and lane changing in drivers seat that's on the left on the way back to the hotel, we packed the car. At checkout I informed the hotel that they had some kind of infestation as heidi and i had these massive blotches and itching which was even worse than the day before. The receptionist probably just thought we were meth heads with all the itching.
Anyways we hit the road and once we got out of San Francisco we let the drop top down and felt the breeze in our hair. The windy road along the coast is absolutely magnificent and we made our way down to Santa Cruz for lunch.
Apparently chowder is a big thing in this part of the world as it was on every menu. I gave in and had a clam chowder(chowda, say it frenchy!) and Heidi had a cajun snapper which she thought was going to be the healthy option but it came with half a cm of molten cheese on top as has been the standard faire for this state.
After walking back to the car we dropped the top again and went onward. We stopped in at a little town called Monterey. Had a quick refreshing ale at the wharf which was pleasant. There were a few thousand boats at the marina and it was a small town so I guess the local government gives everyone a boat for moving there.
Setting out to our overnight resting point we drove through farmland where we hit some serious fog. We had to pull over and turn the convertible back into a sedan as the fog also dropped the air temperature by about 10 degrees. Eventually finding our way to Carmel which was kinda like a town in the blue mountains crossed with Mossman but bigger and more bourgeois.
We checked into the dolphin inn and then went for a walk down to the beach. The beach was fog ridden too so we walked back up the hill for a drink at this place called merlot. After a drink there we decided to leave and went to an oyster bar and grill called A.W. Shucks. The burgers there are almost as delicious as the pun of the establishment's name.
We then went home and cained a bottle of Hoot's finest. This isn't a new euphemism for doing it, if you'd paid attention to yesterday's blog the first winery we went to was owned by Hoot Smith.
We then went to the car rental place and after being slightly worried we were going to be dudded as there were no convertibles in the car yard we were told the guy was bringing it around. We were quite happy as the car was about $50 a day with full insurance. After getting used to driving on the right hand side of the road and lane changing in drivers seat that's on the left on the way back to the hotel, we packed the car. At checkout I informed the hotel that they had some kind of infestation as heidi and i had these massive blotches and itching which was even worse than the day before. The receptionist probably just thought we were meth heads with all the itching.
Anyways we hit the road and once we got out of San Francisco we let the drop top down and felt the breeze in our hair. The windy road along the coast is absolutely magnificent and we made our way down to Santa Cruz for lunch.
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| Heidi with our sweet ride. |
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| Ryan navigates through the fog while ignoring the bedbug bites up the arm. |
Apparently chowder is a big thing in this part of the world as it was on every menu. I gave in and had a clam chowder(chowda, say it frenchy!) and Heidi had a cajun snapper which she thought was going to be the healthy option but it came with half a cm of molten cheese on top as has been the standard faire for this state.
After walking back to the car we dropped the top again and went onward. We stopped in at a little town called Monterey. Had a quick refreshing ale at the wharf which was pleasant. There were a few thousand boats at the marina and it was a small town so I guess the local government gives everyone a boat for moving there.
Setting out to our overnight resting point we drove through farmland where we hit some serious fog. We had to pull over and turn the convertible back into a sedan as the fog also dropped the air temperature by about 10 degrees. Eventually finding our way to Carmel which was kinda like a town in the blue mountains crossed with Mossman but bigger and more bourgeois.
We checked into the dolphin inn and then went for a walk down to the beach. The beach was fog ridden too so we walked back up the hill for a drink at this place called merlot. After a drink there we decided to leave and went to an oyster bar and grill called A.W. Shucks. The burgers there are almost as delicious as the pun of the establishment's name.
We then went home and cained a bottle of Hoot's finest. This isn't a new euphemism for doing it, if you'd paid attention to yesterday's blog the first winery we went to was owned by Hoot Smith.
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