Memes and the last bit of Travel Trivia
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bodldopsYes, finally getting around to posting the last bit of my exciting adventures. *ignores the sighs of relief* But first, I found one of the memes that I wanted to do but couldn't due to the evilness of the internet connection. This one's stolen from grey_ships
thirteen random things you like:
01) Books
02) Purring kittens
03) Putting in IV catheters
04) Nobutada
05) Bob
06) Raina/Sallyn angst
07) Warm snuggly beds
08) Finishing cross-stitch projects
09) Finishing road races
10) Chocolate chip cookies
11) Blueberries
12) Warm, starry nights
13) Doctor McCoy
twelve movies:
01) The Man Who Would Be King
02) Man of LaMancha
03) The Last Samurai
04) Shrek 2
05) Master and Commander
06) Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
07) Sound of Music
08) The Princess Bride
09) Whalerider
10) Lilies of the Field
11) Billy Elliot
12) Back to the Future
eleven good bands/artists (Or in my case, enjoyable if not considered 'good'):
01) Billy Joel
02) Maroon 5
03) The Beatles
04) Cirque du Soliel
05) The Beach Boys
06) Sting
07) The Police
08) The W's
09) Steven Curtis Chapman
10) Andrea Bocelli
11) Peter Paul and Mary
ten things about you:
1) Very, very strange
2) 'The Quiet One'
3) sneaky
4) obsessive
5) bookworm
6) imaginative
7) silly
8) intellectual
9) insecure
10) curious
nine friends and aquiantances (in no particular order):
1) Artemis
2) Wen
3) Angela
4) Robyn
5) Steph
6) Sue
7) Selah
8) Mindy
9) Dr. Mac
eight favorite foods/drinks:
01) Chocolate macaroon with strawberries and chocolate sauce
02) Clam chowder
03) Berry cake with port sauce
04) Fresh berries and cottage cheese
05) Chai tea
06) Lavender baked chicken
07) Fresh french bread with olive oil+balsalmic vinegar+herbs to dip the bread in
08) Sweet corn chowder with crab
seven things you wear daily:
01) Jeans
02) t-shirt
03) watch
04) basic black hairbands
05) glasses
06) deoderant
07) undies
six things that annoy you:
01) the word 'the'
02) People being purposefully idiotic
03) People being purposefully cruel
04) Female hormone system
05) the bathroom scale
06) ants
five things you touch everyday:
01) the treadmill
02) the computer
03) the steering wheel of my car
04) my cat's brush
05) the toaster
four shows you watch:
01) Amazing Race
02) CSI
03) Alias
04) Summerland
three celebrities you have a crush on (Which I'm changing to just 'celebrities you think are hot'):
01) Antonio Banderas
02) Shin Koyamada
03) Harrison Ford
two people you'd like to kiss:
01) Ramses Emerson
02) Percy Blakeney (no one said they had to be real people)
one person you could spend the rest of your life with:
01) Ramses Emerson (*snickers* Nah. Ramses/Nefret forever!)
Okay. On to the real point of this post, which is to finish the vacation chronicles. *ignores groans from the readers* I was wrong in my previous point. When I left off, I said we arrived in Pacific City, Oregon. Since we had left Pacific City that morning, that doesn't make much sense. Instead, we arrived in Brookings, Oregon. It isn't much of a town, but the harbor is pretty when the sun sets. They also have a good seafood restraunt - The Great American Smokehouse. My only advice is to stay away from the cajun fish. The chef puts on way too much salt. The chowder (yes, I finally gave in and had some clam chowder) was fantastic though. We saw a very unusual thing - a farmer growing fields and fields of hydrangeas. He wasn't raising them for cut flowers - they were beginning to die off. So... does anyone know why a farmer would raise huge fields of stunningly blue hydrangeas? Also, joy of joys, Star Trek: The Journey Home was on TV that night. I absolutely love that movie, and consider it the best of the Trek-fliks. What can I say, I love clueless!Spock, and McCoy is at his greatest when rescuing Chekov. Then we got to see one of those Animal Police shows on Animal Planet (I really want that channel) where humane society/animal control officers crack down on animal abusers. I thought they were going pretty light on the audience - the cases weren't that horrible. I've definitely seen worse at work.
On Saturday we managed to get going pretty early and started off down the coast again. There was a problem finding a decent breakfast place. We asked the lady (the very uncommunicative lady) at the front desk where we could find breakfast, and she suggested 'The Apple Peddler'. That sounded good, so off we went, eager for breakfast. We arrived in a war zone. You know things are bad when the waitresses are openly fighting amongst themselves in front of guests. We decided that maybe the Apple Peddler wasn't such a good idea, and headed down the road again, now very hungry. A few miles later we found a very cute little breakfast place - with almost an hour wait. O.o Oookay then, no breakfast there. And once again we were on the road, now very hungry. Soon, we were in California. Still no breakfast. We were beginning to get desperate - Mccy-D's was looking pretty good. Then we saw another cute little breakfast place - and they had places to sit! And were polite! Gotta love it. Thus, we finally got breakfast (hurrah for Spanish omlettes!), and could stop wondering if grass was edible.
Much more driving later, we stumbled across a field full of elk. I will now say that baby elk have to be the cutest things on the planet. They squeak! How adorable is that? The herd seemed pretty healthy, with lots of adorable baby elk.
Pretty soon after that we found 'The Avenue of Giants', a road that ran parallel to the highway and ran through a huge forest of giant redwoods. So we drove down the avenue, stopping at little stations and reading their little tour guide pamphlet. Whoever wrote that thing must have been writing it for little kids - it was simplistic to the point of being insulting. Oh well. The forest was pretty.
I discovered a bit later that my newfound propensity for becoming carsick on windy roads has not gone away yet. Both-er-at-ion. I was trying my darndest, but I still had to ask dad to stop the car. *growls at irrational inner-ear* I used to love windy roads! Of course, we were following highway 1 home. To those who have never heard of/driven on Highway 1, it is a narrow, two-lane highway that runs along the cliffs of the California Coast. Yes. On the very edge of the cliffs. At least one person drives off the edge a year, if not more. It is very windy. Geh. It's very pretty though.
After what seemed like a great deal of driving, we arrived in Fort Bragg. We spent a long time hiking around on the cliffs, looking at the ocean (the water was an absolutely stunning Carribean blue), and searching for good pieces of sea-glass on Glass Beach. Dinner wasn't fantastic - seafood places are pretty slim pickings in that town. The scenery is definitely the best part of Fort Bragg.
There was an interesting show on the History Channel - all about the books of the Bible that didn't make it into the current Bible. I thought it all very interesting, because I've often wondered if the Roman Catholic Church didn't leave something out when they decided on an official Bible. It is entirely possible - the Catholic Church isn't exactly known for it's flawless decision-making ability. I'll admit, some of the books they described are definitely too 'out there' for consideration (one about kid-Jesus pushing a playmate off the roof just so that he could ressurect him), but others sounded plausible. Makes one wonder, doesn't it?
Finally the last day of vacation. We got up early, since we wanted to get back to San Jose in time to pick up the Martha-muffin. We had breakfast at 'The Eggheads', a very cute breakfast shop with a 'Wizard of Oz' theme. Okay, so we can add that to the short list of 'Good things in Fort Bragg'. We tried to eat lightly, splitting two berry french toast orders between the four of us, but we still ended up with way too much food. It was delicious though, so we didn't complain. After stopping to admire the trunk of a fallen redwood that was old when the Roman Catholic Church was founded, we took off again.
A few hours later we were in Napa. I've never been there before, so it was a very different experience. There were vinyards and wineries everywhere! We stopped at one winery I've never heard of and tried some of the wine... there's a reason I've never heard of them. The finish was nice and oaky, but it was way too dry for my taste. Almost sour. Bleh. So we took off down the road again, admiring the beautiful winery houses and the huge vinyards.
We stopped for lunch/dinner at the Culinary Institute of America. Oh yes, it was that good. We got an assortment of olives and bread to munch on while deciding what to order. First course (they had courses. Oh dear Eru) was this neat little sampler thing they had, where the chefs made little tidbits of food. There was a tomato gelato thing (yum), a toasted bread and fois gras pate (different), green beans and pine nuts (double yum), rye bread, creme fresh, cured salmon, and dill (triple yum), and a shrimp and procutio (sp?) and cheese thing (Dear Eru, I've died and gone to heaven). There was only enough of each thing for a couple bites, which made it a lot of fun. Then there was the soup course, a sweet corn chowder with crab (drool). Finally, the main course (lavender chicken with heirloom tomatoes, croutons, and olive spread) which was very, very good. After that, we were all rather full, so we had a light dessert - we shared some goat cheese fried thingies with bing cherries, and some little tidbits of dessert - tiny raspberry macaroons, orangewater marshmellows, tiny blueberry muffins, and other such things. Dad had a thirty-year-old port that was positively fantastic.
Much, much later we arrived in San Jose... and discovered the kitty hotel where Martha was staying was closed on Sundays. No Martha-muffin! But there were clothes to wash and cars to unpack, so we were all kept rather busy. The next morning I got up early and effected a kitten-rescue. Martha's been rather clingy ever since, poor kitten. Heh, here she comes, she obviously knows I'm talking about her.
Right, vacation-log done! Hurrah! Now, back to your regularly scheduled program while I try to write a decent essay for my vet-school application.
thirteen random things you like:
01) Books
02) Purring kittens
03) Putting in IV catheters
04) Nobutada
05) Bob
06) Raina/Sallyn angst
07) Warm snuggly beds
08) Finishing cross-stitch projects
09) Finishing road races
10) Chocolate chip cookies
11) Blueberries
12) Warm, starry nights
13) Doctor McCoy
twelve movies:
01) The Man Who Would Be King
02) Man of LaMancha
03) The Last Samurai
04) Shrek 2
05) Master and Commander
06) Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
07) Sound of Music
08) The Princess Bride
09) Whalerider
10) Lilies of the Field
11) Billy Elliot
12) Back to the Future
eleven good bands/artists (Or in my case, enjoyable if not considered 'good'):
01) Billy Joel
02) Maroon 5
03) The Beatles
04) Cirque du Soliel
05) The Beach Boys
06) Sting
07) The Police
08) The W's
09) Steven Curtis Chapman
10) Andrea Bocelli
11) Peter Paul and Mary
ten things about you:
1) Very, very strange
2) 'The Quiet One'
3) sneaky
4) obsessive
5) bookworm
6) imaginative
7) silly
8) intellectual
9) insecure
10) curious
nine friends and aquiantances (in no particular order):
1) Artemis
2) Wen
3) Angela
4) Robyn
5) Steph
6) Sue
7) Selah
8) Mindy
9) Dr. Mac
eight favorite foods/drinks:
01) Chocolate macaroon with strawberries and chocolate sauce
02) Clam chowder
03) Berry cake with port sauce
04) Fresh berries and cottage cheese
05) Chai tea
06) Lavender baked chicken
07) Fresh french bread with olive oil+balsalmic vinegar+herbs to dip the bread in
08) Sweet corn chowder with crab
seven things you wear daily:
01) Jeans
02) t-shirt
03) watch
04) basic black hairbands
05) glasses
06) deoderant
07) undies
six things that annoy you:
01) the word 'the'
02) People being purposefully idiotic
03) People being purposefully cruel
04) Female hormone system
05) the bathroom scale
06) ants
five things you touch everyday:
01) the treadmill
02) the computer
03) the steering wheel of my car
04) my cat's brush
05) the toaster
four shows you watch:
01) Amazing Race
02) CSI
03) Alias
04) Summerland
three celebrities you have a crush on (Which I'm changing to just 'celebrities you think are hot'):
01) Antonio Banderas
02) Shin Koyamada
03) Harrison Ford
two people you'd like to kiss:
01) Ramses Emerson
02) Percy Blakeney (no one said they had to be real people)
one person you could spend the rest of your life with:
01) Ramses Emerson (*snickers* Nah. Ramses/Nefret forever!)
Okay. On to the real point of this post, which is to finish the vacation chronicles. *ignores groans from the readers* I was wrong in my previous point. When I left off, I said we arrived in Pacific City, Oregon. Since we had left Pacific City that morning, that doesn't make much sense. Instead, we arrived in Brookings, Oregon. It isn't much of a town, but the harbor is pretty when the sun sets. They also have a good seafood restraunt - The Great American Smokehouse. My only advice is to stay away from the cajun fish. The chef puts on way too much salt. The chowder (yes, I finally gave in and had some clam chowder) was fantastic though. We saw a very unusual thing - a farmer growing fields and fields of hydrangeas. He wasn't raising them for cut flowers - they were beginning to die off. So... does anyone know why a farmer would raise huge fields of stunningly blue hydrangeas? Also, joy of joys, Star Trek: The Journey Home was on TV that night. I absolutely love that movie, and consider it the best of the Trek-fliks. What can I say, I love clueless!Spock, and McCoy is at his greatest when rescuing Chekov. Then we got to see one of those Animal Police shows on Animal Planet (I really want that channel) where humane society/animal control officers crack down on animal abusers. I thought they were going pretty light on the audience - the cases weren't that horrible. I've definitely seen worse at work.
On Saturday we managed to get going pretty early and started off down the coast again. There was a problem finding a decent breakfast place. We asked the lady (the very uncommunicative lady) at the front desk where we could find breakfast, and she suggested 'The Apple Peddler'. That sounded good, so off we went, eager for breakfast. We arrived in a war zone. You know things are bad when the waitresses are openly fighting amongst themselves in front of guests. We decided that maybe the Apple Peddler wasn't such a good idea, and headed down the road again, now very hungry. A few miles later we found a very cute little breakfast place - with almost an hour wait. O.o Oookay then, no breakfast there. And once again we were on the road, now very hungry. Soon, we were in California. Still no breakfast. We were beginning to get desperate - Mccy-D's was looking pretty good. Then we saw another cute little breakfast place - and they had places to sit! And were polite! Gotta love it. Thus, we finally got breakfast (hurrah for Spanish omlettes!), and could stop wondering if grass was edible.
Much more driving later, we stumbled across a field full of elk. I will now say that baby elk have to be the cutest things on the planet. They squeak! How adorable is that? The herd seemed pretty healthy, with lots of adorable baby elk.
Pretty soon after that we found 'The Avenue of Giants', a road that ran parallel to the highway and ran through a huge forest of giant redwoods. So we drove down the avenue, stopping at little stations and reading their little tour guide pamphlet. Whoever wrote that thing must have been writing it for little kids - it was simplistic to the point of being insulting. Oh well. The forest was pretty.
I discovered a bit later that my newfound propensity for becoming carsick on windy roads has not gone away yet. Both-er-at-ion. I was trying my darndest, but I still had to ask dad to stop the car. *growls at irrational inner-ear* I used to love windy roads! Of course, we were following highway 1 home. To those who have never heard of/driven on Highway 1, it is a narrow, two-lane highway that runs along the cliffs of the California Coast. Yes. On the very edge of the cliffs. At least one person drives off the edge a year, if not more. It is very windy. Geh. It's very pretty though.
After what seemed like a great deal of driving, we arrived in Fort Bragg. We spent a long time hiking around on the cliffs, looking at the ocean (the water was an absolutely stunning Carribean blue), and searching for good pieces of sea-glass on Glass Beach. Dinner wasn't fantastic - seafood places are pretty slim pickings in that town. The scenery is definitely the best part of Fort Bragg.
There was an interesting show on the History Channel - all about the books of the Bible that didn't make it into the current Bible. I thought it all very interesting, because I've often wondered if the Roman Catholic Church didn't leave something out when they decided on an official Bible. It is entirely possible - the Catholic Church isn't exactly known for it's flawless decision-making ability. I'll admit, some of the books they described are definitely too 'out there' for consideration (one about kid-Jesus pushing a playmate off the roof just so that he could ressurect him), but others sounded plausible. Makes one wonder, doesn't it?
Finally the last day of vacation. We got up early, since we wanted to get back to San Jose in time to pick up the Martha-muffin. We had breakfast at 'The Eggheads', a very cute breakfast shop with a 'Wizard of Oz' theme. Okay, so we can add that to the short list of 'Good things in Fort Bragg'. We tried to eat lightly, splitting two berry french toast orders between the four of us, but we still ended up with way too much food. It was delicious though, so we didn't complain. After stopping to admire the trunk of a fallen redwood that was old when the Roman Catholic Church was founded, we took off again.
A few hours later we were in Napa. I've never been there before, so it was a very different experience. There were vinyards and wineries everywhere! We stopped at one winery I've never heard of and tried some of the wine... there's a reason I've never heard of them. The finish was nice and oaky, but it was way too dry for my taste. Almost sour. Bleh. So we took off down the road again, admiring the beautiful winery houses and the huge vinyards.
We stopped for lunch/dinner at the Culinary Institute of America. Oh yes, it was that good. We got an assortment of olives and bread to munch on while deciding what to order. First course (they had courses. Oh dear Eru) was this neat little sampler thing they had, where the chefs made little tidbits of food. There was a tomato gelato thing (yum), a toasted bread and fois gras pate (different), green beans and pine nuts (double yum), rye bread, creme fresh, cured salmon, and dill (triple yum), and a shrimp and procutio (sp?) and cheese thing (Dear Eru, I've died and gone to heaven). There was only enough of each thing for a couple bites, which made it a lot of fun. Then there was the soup course, a sweet corn chowder with crab (drool). Finally, the main course (lavender chicken with heirloom tomatoes, croutons, and olive spread) which was very, very good. After that, we were all rather full, so we had a light dessert - we shared some goat cheese fried thingies with bing cherries, and some little tidbits of dessert - tiny raspberry macaroons, orangewater marshmellows, tiny blueberry muffins, and other such things. Dad had a thirty-year-old port that was positively fantastic.
Much, much later we arrived in San Jose... and discovered the kitty hotel where Martha was staying was closed on Sundays. No Martha-muffin! But there were clothes to wash and cars to unpack, so we were all kept rather busy. The next morning I got up early and effected a kitten-rescue. Martha's been rather clingy ever since, poor kitten. Heh, here she comes, she obviously knows I'm talking about her.
Right, vacation-log done! Hurrah! Now, back to your regularly scheduled program while I try to write a decent essay for my vet-school application.
