Sunday, July 08, 2007

"Travel by Train"

Union Station, Denver
If I had leaned far enough out of my window at the Oxford Hotel to get the full text of the sign at Denver's Union Station, I would have fallen three stories, which would have ruined M.'s and my trip to the Mendocino coast.

And if I had remembered to pack the USB cable to connect camera to PowerBook, I might have published a day-by-day photo journal. And that journal might have bored some readers to death.

So here is a synopsis, with links instead.

We took Amtrak to Sacramento, then drove to Clear Lake, because I have a fondness for down-at-heel resort towns, like Truth or Consequences, N.M., or Manitou Springs, Colo., the way it was when we lived there. We spent one day just zig-zagging around Lake, Sonoma, and Mendocino counties, being auto tourists.

We stayed at a 19th-century B&B, ate beyond our budget, and of course bought wine. And more wine. (I have a sentimental fondness for Pedroncelli, even though it is not one of the fawncy post-wine boom vineyards, based on a strange dream-like experience during my college years.) And beer, just to be fair.

And then retraced our steps.



Blogger Hecate said...

Pedroncelli. There's a memory.

6:12 PM  
Anonymous Anne Hill said...

So close, and yet so far. I love wandering the streets of Mendocino looking at all the lovely flower gardens people have in that cliffside town. Nothing finer than a pretty garden sitting in front of a house with clapboard siding.

9:51 PM  
Anonymous Chas S. Clifton said...

And you can bet that I was asked to photograph some of those gardens.

Coming from a place where we baby all non-native flowers -- and even the natives when trying to establish them -- seeing, for instance, an entire bank of feral nastursiams was sort of shocking.

10:25 PM  
Blogger Julie Epona said...

I'd love to see more pictures. It sounds like you had a fabulous time on our wonderful Lost Coast.

10:30 PM  

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