What started out as a mere trip down the West Coast, to escape the dreary Vancouver winter, turned into a genuine road trip all the way to Bisbee, Arizona.
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| Our treacherous trip south, on black ice and slush, started out with an accident that stopped traffic in both directions when a jackknifed semi took out this light pole and a few cars. |
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| This was the scene outside Des Moines (Washington) on our way to Portland. Olympia had 14 inches of snow the day before we passed through. |
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| The only food pic this post. This groovy breakfast spot in Portland specializes in biscuits done many ways. Our version, with mushroom gravy, was quite tasty, if not heart-healthy. |
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| Our first sun sighting, outside Ashland, Oregon, where we spent our second night. |
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| This beach is by Eureka, California. We have had only sunny days since. |
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| Our sole reason for diverting to Eureka was because it is home to Lost Coast Brewery, maker of Tangerine Wheat, a taste for which Patty developed in Vancouver (at $6.50 a bottle with the health tax). |
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| Patty's Tangerine Wheat on the left; my Downtown Brown on the right. |
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| These are the giant redwoods outside Eureka in the Humbolt Redwoods State Park. We took a 30-mile diversion from Coast 101 to follow the Avenue of the Giants, the old highway that's too narrow for today's traffic. |
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| How many redwood deck chairs could you make out of this bad boy? |
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| With our nieces Janice and Teresa in Santa Cruz (next to Felton, where we spent a couple of days). |
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Near Santa Barbara on the 101.
Finally, we made it to Hollywoo.
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| Patty with my former students Paul and Sam, next to the Griffith Observatory. Paul and Sam established and run the Center for the Working Poor in L.A. Yes, Newt and Mitt, the poor do actually work. |
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| Only thing with more pricks than this cactus is any golf club in Scottsdale (where this Medusa resides). |
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My sister Trish's cat, Lucinda, parked on her favorite perch.
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| Trisha and Lucinda in symbiotic embrace. |
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| One morning hike took me up to The Shrine, atop a hill on the outskirts of town. |
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| From up here, one can get a pretty good view of Old Bisbee. Trisha's house is up on the right. |
