Day 540 – West Coast Road Trip – Northern California Redwoods

  Driving Highway 101 north through The Avenue of the Giants and Redwood National Park. 153 miles From Leggett to Klamath, CA. After the first leg of our west coast road trip up highway 1 from San Francisco, we connected…

Day 538 – West Coast Roadtrip – Northern California Coast

  Driving Highway 1 from San Francisco to its northern terminus. 204 miles From Muir Beach to Leggett, CA. From Visalia we drove to Petaluma just north of San Francisco and camped at another KOA. Coming down towards the coast…

Day 529 – Death Valley National Park

  From Page, AZ, we drove back down through Las Vegas and up 95 to Amargosa Valley, turning left towards a Casino/Hotel/RV Park a few yards from the Nevada/California border. Home base for our visit to Death Valley for a…

Day 524 – (Desert Roadtrip Part 1) – Driving the Mojave Desert to Las Vegas

  “We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. …” And suddenly there was a terrible…

Day 464 – The city of Joshua Tree, CA, and the high desert.

  We stayed in the Joshua Tree area for two months, the first month in a house in Yucca Valley, the larger town to the west, and a month in a small house a couple of blocks from the heart…

Day 464 – Joshua Tree National Park

  Two hours east of San Bernardino through Cabazon (where the concrete dinosaurs in Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure live), past Palm Springs and a series of steep climbs up into the Mojave desert you arrive in a magical landscape that’s as…

Joshua Tree and the Yucca Men: Exploring the Mojave Desert

    I honestly didn’t know what to expect, setting out on the several hour drive into the Mojave desert from LA. My only real association with Joshua Tree was the U2 album of the same name (the cover of which…

Discovering San Francisco: dive bars, red meat, strips clubs, and martinis.

  By the time I first made it to Haight-Ashbury the only hippies left were crusty gutter punks yelling at the tourists from their cardboard sidewalk guesthouses. A jangle of extremes. A mix of cultures, tempered by the past, with…

The House of Prime Rib – June 16, 2018

  Do a search of the places you should try, must try, need to experience before you die, in San Francisco, and one particular anachronism from a by-gone era will surely appear. Like the stubborn soul of the city itself,…