Hostylefax: Central Coast

This weekend's game offered a rare thrill, a driving trip, which meant a game I could bring Anna too. We were planning to do that anywhere. But there was an added bonus, Scott and Rachel were attending a wedding that weekend in nearby Santa Barbara. So to sum up: A weekend with Anna in a hotel paid for by my newspaper, Six hours with friends and a chance to be on the Central Coast. It all adds up to excellent. We arrived in San Luis Obispo on Friday, taking the long way down 101, though e.coli, err, spinach country. It was a long day, and we crapped out, eating cheap-o burritos at a nearby taqueria.

We met up with Scott and Rachel in the parking of lot of a Margie's in South SLO. Everyone knows about In-and-Out, but if you ever find yourself with the chance, Margie's is an essential stop. The plates are enormous, but they've actually heard of fresh fruit and vegetables. So if you order a mushroom omelette, you get that, only the mushrooms are fresh and there are about a pound of them. Scott was exhausted from spending the night in a strip club (bachelor party). But he fought through his exhaustion in typical Scott fashion. After breakfast, we drove up CA-1 to Morro Bay. Unfortunately, we encounted a street fair, which hindered our access to the beach. Luckily we battled through that. The beach includes Morro Rock, which is stunning in person. This picture doesn't do it justice. We returned to downtown SLO afterward, enjoying a relaxing day of window shopping and sitting around by the mission gossiping about our friends. We parted ways when work beckoned.

Sunday was spent driving. We passed the site of James Dean's death in Cholame, but didn't stop at the monument. Anna slept through the part where we passed all the dairy farms.