Friday, September 26, 2008
Day 11: Home Sweet Home
This morning we woke up at Sabrina's grandma's house early. After a tour of her always impressive vegetable garden, we drove back to Sabrina's parents house for a most delicious breakfast of amazing local fresh eggs, gluten free waffles with homemade loganberry jam and a cantaloupe from the garden.
We tried to find a latte in Lebanon, but went into a cafe where the woman informed us she only had cappuccino in flavors such as caramel and white chocolate-- in otherwords some scary kind of mix. So back on the road we went.
We stopped in Portland at a chocolate shop recommended by one of Laura's friends called Moonstruck Chocolate. Unfortunately all of the truffles had butter in them but we each tried a bar of dark chocolate. We would have liked to try their dark chocolate mochas but the coffee machine was broken and we needed wireless anyway so we went a block down the road to Portland Coffee Company. We knew we were back the Northwest since we only had to walk a block to find a coffee shop. It was a very funky urban coffee place, with beat up wooden furniture and very tatooed and pierced baristas. We liked it immediately. Sabrina accidentally forgot to order decaf, and spent the rest of the day feeling very jittery. After coffee and chocolate we finally headed home to Seattle.
We've become quite fond of something we like to call "story time". We have been listening to NPR's "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me" and "This American Life" podcasts whenever we need a good laugh. Perfect road trip entertainment.
Ironically the worst traffic we had the entire trip was coming home through Seattle. We finally arrived at Sabrina's house where we began the not so fun task of sorting out the car and all the crap in it. We discovered the source of the vague vinegar smell we had been smelling for a few days in the form of a leaky apple cider vinegar bottle. Laura's car may never be the same. We were ravenous and ate delicous leftovers from last night's dinner that Sabrina's mom sent us with. We were surprised and glad to see it is 70 degrees and sunny in Seattle today-- we take full credit for bringing the sun back with us from California. (You all are quite welcome).
We drove over 3000 miles, ate probably 6 boxes of Mary's Gone Crackers, too many gluten free cookies, and a lifetime supply of hummus. We stopped in health food stores all across the coast and almost always found kombucha, which suggests we aren't as weird as we thought for being so addicted to it. We got lost less times than we thought we would and we nearly always found the funny side of every messy situation. We hope you have enjoyed reading about our adventures as much as we have enjoyed writing about them. Now it is time for us to get some rest before we start a busy school year. Before we go:
Laura's top 3 memories: running out of the ocean to scatter the tons of birds who devoured our rice cakes and crackers, eating lunch on the roof of the car and having people look at us like we were insane and climbing to the top of the sandunes only to find more sand. Laura also now has tons of sand in her car, but doesn't mind because it reminds her of the beach and the dunes. How she loves the beach.
Sabrina's top three memories: seeing Wicked from the front row, swimming in the ocean in San Diego, and #3 is a tie between our day in Santa Barbara and Huntington Beach (however the best picture EVER is the one with us and the Viking in Solvang...)
Day 10: Laura discovers people really DO live in Oregon
Today we were very anxious to get out of our tiny motel room and get on the road. We knew that we had a long day of driving ahead of us. We anticipated not seeing much in the way of scenery for the first half of the trip because of yesterday’s boring driving. We were pleasantly surprised to be met with beautiful mountain passes and a great view of
We were very hungry, but lacked motivation to eat any of the food in the car because we have been subsisting on rice cakes, peanut butter, hummus, crackers and apples for days. None of it sounded appealing and we were running out of it anyway. We tried to eat apples, but they were full of sand from the beach. Yuck. We also keep eating this really gross bag of herb flavored popcorn we bought before we left at Whole Foods in
We stopped in a small town south of
We finally got to
Around
After dinner we made a stop to see Sabrina’s maternal grandma and uncle and after a short visit drove to her paternal grandma’s where we are staying the night. A new experience getting our own rooms here at grandma’s—we might get lonely, who knows.
One day left until we sleep in our own beds again. I think we can’t wait for that.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Day 9: Stockton = hell
We started out the day in Stinkyfield and proceeded to the closest health food store, which was not that close. When we got there it was more of a vitamin shop than a food store, but we found some new gluten-free items to try, and the elderly clerk really enjoyed chatting with Laura about how his girlfriend's granddaughter could be her twin and about his one day (probably in 1972) that he went to New York. Laura was horrified at the idea of having a twin in Bakersfield. We hope her twin can escape soon.
We finally got on the road after having breakfast on the car in the parking lot of Rite Aid. A man walking by yelled to us that what we were eating (rice cakes and peanut butter AGAIN) looked good. He informed us he had just bought some Hungry Man dinners. Oh dear.
The secenery in this part of California is not particularly attractive. Everything is kind of dry and beige. We did pass miles and miles of almond trees, and olive trees. We also were somewhat disturbed by what appeared to be a cattle feedlot with many cows in pens and no grass. The smell of that area makes us both gag a little just thinking about it. It lasted for miles and miles and was so bad we could hardly breathe.
Around Stockton, after a good 4 hours of driving in pure nothingness we got off to try and find a bathroom or wireless or both. Stockton, or at least the part where we got off, was terrifying. We could not find a bathroom and for some reason Sabrina thought stopping at a local park was a good idea. So you have the mental picture: this park was the local hangout for all the hoodlums of the neighborhood. Many people gathered on park benches, doing who-knows what. As soon as we got within a few feet of the bathroom door a cloud of about 100 flies flew away. Sabrina got within a foot or so of the door and saw police caution tape on one of the stalls. She immediately turned around and said "we are leaving NOW." Laura had no objections whatsoever. So back in the car we went, with locked doors. We gave up on Stockton and decided to try Sacramento instead.
Sacramento is a very big city for which we had no map once again. We drove for several miles around and around looking for a Starbucks. If we had been in Seattle we would have passed at least 12 Starbucks in the area we covered, but here after a good 20 minutes we only found one. Even Starbucks was a trial, with faulty wireless, and a long journey to the bathroom where we had a security guy try to helpfully unlock the bathroom door for us, despite there being someone in it, who spent a good 10 minutes in there changing clothes or something while we stood outside. Finally we finished up there and took another journey to Whole Foods which we found comforting once we finally got there. I should mention that we also got cranky because it was approximately 95 degrees and we were wearing long pants because we didn't know it would be so freakin' hot.
We got food at Whole Foods planning to camp for the night with the goal of camping outside Redding. However, by the time we got on the road again from Sac as they seem to call it, we were running late again.
We made a valiant effort to camp. But there is NOTHING on the road for miles and miles and miles north of Sacramento. We found a couple of campsites mainly set up for RVs (no firepits in the supposed tent areas and no one there to take our money). Meanwhile the sun was going down and down. We finally gave up and drove to Redding and found a motel 6, where we can not make any of the food we were going to cook over the fire and so it's left over guacamole and chips tonight. We were kind of bummed not to get to camp but the only other campsites around here are a good 30 miles east and it was just too dark to try.
the only redeeming venture of the day was our trip to a little place called the "Olive Pit" which sells local olives and olive oil. We each got some yummy local olive oil and had fun trying all the different kinds of olives.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Day 8: Good-bye San Diego (we love you!)
Today we manifested another 75 and sunny day-- just order it up and the universe provides, or so it seems. We started out the day at another health food store to replace what the silly birds took away yesterday. Then off to the the Healing Arts School in Pacific Beach for delicious massages done by massage students (in other words, cheap and good). After a fabulous hour each of all the road kinks being worked out, we emerged ready for our next adventure: finding huntington beach. We had decided to get a bit north today to make tomorrow's drive not so long, and we had missed meeting up with Sabrina's friend Rebecca who lives in Huntington Beach (just south of LA) on the way down, so we decided to drive up there for the rest of the afternoon.
First we stopped at the San Diego Veteran's Hospital, site of the San Diego dietetic internship. The cafeteria was nothing exciting-- far too much fried chicken in our opinions, but otherwise perfectly nice (though the security was very tight-- we had to show ID and got interrogated about our purposes there before entering).
After that quick detour we of course got confused going to Huntington Beach since we don't have a map of that area and had to backtrack a bit before finding it. It was definitely worth the drive! The beach was magnificent. The water was a stunning blue and the temperature was perfect. We spent two hours lying in the sun and we did not want to leave when our parking meter was up. Next we walked around town, mostly killing time until rush hour was over and stumbled upon a fantastic farmer's market. They had the most delicious berries that you could smell from 10 feet away. Rebecca came to meet us at the market after she got off work and we had fun discovering that she has many of the same nutritional obsessions we do, such as weird fermenting projects on her kitchen counter and juicing up a storm, so we had fun exchanging ideas. (I would just like to add for the benefit of Scott, Rebecca's husband, that she is not weird, just from Seattle. Trust us).
We had yummy roasted corn at the farmer's market for dinner and Laura got carried away with the cayenne pepper and practically burned her mouth off, but it was really good just the same. We posed for pictures with Rebecca and with a kitty that was randomly on the side of the road (they really do follow us everywhere). Then it was on the road again.
We had a goal of making it to Bakersfield tonight, which we have re-named stinkyfield/smellyfield/nastyfield (our personal favorite) because it smells VERY strongly of manure here. VERY strongly. It took longer than we thought to get here because we had to go over some "mountains" which by Washington standards are more of hills, but it was steep for awhile and slowed us down. Then, we could not for the life of us find the damn econolodge. We tend to pick the hardest to find motel in town-- which is probably why they are cheap, because no one can find them. (We also had the same problem in SD and in fact there, never found the econolodge and gave up because we were so tired).
We got to our motel after 10pm again where we had quite a hike from the car to the room with all our gear. We bought a bag of avocados at Trader Joes in Seattle and still haven't used them and they are very ripe, so we made guacamole in the hotel room, which we realize is very weird, but we are willing to accept that. Surprisingly Laura is pretty sure it's the best guac she has ever made. It was very delicious, and not just because we were starving. We finished our "meal" with berries from the farmer's market that all fell out of their little boxes and are now a mess in the bag, but still taste good. Tomorrow is an all driving day so hopefully we will have some fun adventures to tell.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Day 7: Why do people hate Mondays?
This morning we finally got some much needed sleep and slept in until 10. We lounged around the hotel until after noon and then tackled the much hated task of cleaning out the cooler. It was full of water and we were sad to throw out some of our neglected veggies and a *sniff* melted, wet bar of chocolate and a whole container of hummus. What you see in the picture is what we salvaged.
Then it was off to the food co-op and then the beach. We have discovered that co-ops in California tend to be all vegetarian. By then it was nearly 1pm and we hadn't eaten (we are not the poster children for blood sugar control this trip) and so we were wandering around dazedly trying to figure out what to eat. In the end, it was yummy strawberries, once again rice cakes and peanut butter, and hummus and crackers, and veggie juice. We took all of this with us to the beach and Sabrina wondered allowed if people thought we were crazy with our jar of peanut butter on the beach. We sat and ate on the beach for about two hours. We figured if anyone asked we would just explain we were from Seattle, which also probably was obvious by our pasty paleness. We noticed two girls near us that clearly spent a good part of their lives tanning, and I imagine we were just as offensive to them for our whiteness as they were to us for their over tan-ness.
We spent a good deal of time sunning ourselves (yes mom, we wore sunscreen) and reading our books. Eventually we decided to take a dip in the oh so warm Pacific. We were frolicking joyfully in the waves when Sabrina looked back towards their towel to make sure no one was messing with our stuff and saw approximately 30 seagulls where the towel should have been. She turned to Laura and said "see where all those seagulls are? That's our stuff." We ran back to find that the hungry seagulls had run off with an ENTIRE bag of rice cakes (including the BAG) and an entire box of crackers. They did not seem to want the strawberries or the kombucha, but maybe they just didn't get to that yet. Oops. It was funny anyway, though somewhat embarassing since we should have realized this would happen given that the birds were patrolling up and down the beach the whole time looking for crumbs.
Around 5pm a few wispy clouds appeared and we got a little chilly, so we packed up and drove to one of Sabrina's favorite restaurants, Casa Guadalajara. At the restaurant we both ordered margaritas (how could we not?) We considered getting the large to share until we heard the large margarita was 27 oz-- it was the size of a serving bowl. The "small" was still 17 oz and we both were feeling a little fuzzy afterward. Good thing our hotel is only a few blocks away. We also ate too much but the food was muy bueno. (Sorry if I can't spell in Spanish). Sabrina had chicken tostata salad with no dairy and no tostata, and Laura had chicken tacos, no cheese extra guac. Delicious!
Sabrina did warn Laura that Southern California tap water tastes bad. At the restaurant Laura concluded her water tasted like "twig" which even now makes us laugh-- it's just too true. She says she imagines they stirred it with a twig before serving it.
A little note about our directions: we have decided to go with the map exclusively this time instead of relying on the computer to tell us where to go. It has worked out much better this way. We actually avoided getting lost for once.
And that's it-- we went to the store, the beach and dinner. No further adventures to report, because we were lazy all day and loved it. Why do people hate Mondays? It was 75 degrees, sunny and we were at the beach-- try not to hate us too much.
Day 6; A WICKED good day
We woke early again to try and fit in as much of
First stop was the Whole Foods in Westwood, where Sabrina used to live. Like seriously, she practically lived in that store, since it was 3 blocks or so from her apartment. We dragged Stephanie around on an impromptu grocery store tour, and she was a good sport, even though I’m sure we bored her to tears. Breakfast from WF was hard boiled eggs (yes, again) kombucha (though Sabrina tried the mango flavor for the first time and disliked it so much she only drank a few sips). Laura tried a new brand which goji berry flavor, which was good, but not “gingerberry good”. We also had larabars and soy yogurt amongst us.
We then took a driving tour of Sabrina’s old neighborhood (the picture above is of the apartment where Sabrina & Marc lived in LA. Then we drove through UCLA which was a little trippy for Sabrina to be back, but Laura and Stephanie agreed it is beautiful.
Back on the road we were going to try and get tickets for Wicked which is playing at the Pantages theater which is near the
Off we drove to
After our
So the lottery works something this: 2.5 hours before show time you stand in line to put your name in the lottery—there were probably about 75 people in line. Each of the three of us put our names in. They have 26 first row tickets available for drawing at the bargain rate of $25. Then you wait half an hour until they draw names, and so we sat in some conveniently placed plastic chairs to wait. We all gathered around and listened to the very obnoxious, fake, overly-enthusiastic woman doing the drawing around
Laura and Sabrina had almost two hours to kill until the show started, so we ate gluten-free cookies we bought at Whole Foods that morning, drank iced tea, and soaked up some sun while we waited (not such a bad deal).
The show was absolutely, un-freakin’ believable. Laura, being a native New Yorker has been incredibly spoiled in that almost every show she’s ever seen has been from the front row since in
Stephanie picked us up accompanied by her friend who has lived in LA for almost 10 years and who used to be a talent agent. He gave us a very colorful tour of Sunset blvd pointing out where celebrities go to party, where rock stars go to trash hotel rooms, and where to pick up hookers—all the stuff you’d never know without an insider. In appreciation, we gave him one of our “Solvang Danish Days Festival” buttons, and another one that said “I won the wicked lottery” for the collection he has on the inside ceiling of his car. He was pretty stoked about the Solvang button in particular.
Even though we had a really good time in LA, we were both really glad to leave. The negative energy that emanates from LA was draining and Sabrina in particular felt really stressed and on edge just being there. The only time she felt relaxed was during Wicked. This is why she moved away from there in the first place. Laura is quite sure she will never, ever live in
We, being somewhat crazy, got in the car after the show and are driving from LA to
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Day 5: we finally reach “vacation speed”
This morning we had a luxurious lie-in, as they say in
On we drove to
We left SB at around 6, hoping to get to
Tonight we will stay with Laura’s childhood friend Stephanie in