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Californication

From Fort Lauderdale we make a quick stop-over in Dallas, as we’ve stored some non-essentials with the Hillsabecks (In addition, Katrina kindly bought our ski gear over from Australia earlier in the year and had it sent to Dallas).

It was very quick hello to Ang (Chris was away on business), as we arrived, repacked everything into as few bags as possible and left very early again the next morning.

We are very lucky to have Chris and Ang in Dallas; it has been a great jumping-off point for our travels in America.

Our next destination is LA and we have a guest joining us for three days – Jamie.

Jamie is an ex-work colleague and golf pal of Don’s. The three of us have been traveling companions before – we go back to the very first OS holiday I took with Don, which was in 2005.

I joined Don and Jamie on a three week trip around Ireland and Scotland. Yes, it did include golf and it culminated with spending a few days at the British Open in St Andrews.

Looking back now and understanding the ritualist tribal rights that surround the lads and their golf trips, I can’t believe I was invited. I think the only reason I got a gig was because Michael and Dianne also joined us at The Open, so I wasn’t the only female.

Anyway, back to 2015…. Arriving in LA and we are informed that Jamie’s flight is delayed a few hours, so we go and collect the rental car. On the advice of the rental agent we head to Uncle Bill’s Pancake House at Manhattan Beach for breakfast.

It’s January, the middle of winter, and LA feels like a balmy Melbourne day. It must be about 21-22’C, people are enjoying the outdoors; surfing, cycling and rollerblading along the beach promendade.

Jamie finally arrives and we collect him from the car rental location.

A little tip – over the years we have often used the rental location as a meeting place. Much easier than navigating airports, especially with security these days.

Most major airports around the world have car rental locations off-site and provide free shuttles. I’ve never been cheeky enough to pick someone up from a car rental I’m not using, but it’s probably possible!

With Jamie on board we head north out of LA, arriving at Ventura early afternoon.

We found a reasonable last-minute price for The Holiday Inn overlooking the Harbour, providing wonderful sunset views.

wpid-sideways-winery-map.gifHave you see the movie Sideways? If not, we highly recommend it.

The ‘Sideways Effect’ is folklore in the wine industry. A derogative comment about Merlot in the movie claims to have bolstered the sales of Pinot Noir and stymed Merlo; though there is much debate as to the truth in this.

Regardless, it put the Santa Barbara wine region on the wine tourist map.

We follow the ‘Sideways Wine Route’ stopping off at some of the highlights in the movie – not looking as good in real life!

We visited a couple of wineries en route, but generally the tasting rooms cluster in the towns, such as Los Olivos.

Wine tasting in the US is run a little differently than at home as there was always an upfront tasting fee (although this is happeing more in Australia). I don’t have an issue with this, as it’s generally deducted from a purchase, if you make one (and, we always seem to make one).

However, the US tasting fees were $10-$15 per person (so we shared) and only deducted if you bought a case of wine, not just a bottle. This could turn into a very expensive day!

Heading back to Santa Barbara we stop off at Cold Spring Tavern, which opened in 1865, an historic stop on the old stage coach route.

Our hosts for the night are Martha and Doug, friends of Ann and Bob. Martha is a talented watercolourist and has some fantastic pieces throughout their home.

Doug is full of intriguing facts; he works with a think-tank on predictability of events, which provided endless topics of conversation.

Doug also makes an excellent coffee at breakfast, blending various coffee varieties.

We had a wonderful night with Martha and Doug, such generous and lovely people.

Our stay in Santa Barbara is brief, as Jamie is flying out to Orlando for a work conference and we need to get him back to LA for his flight.

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The following day we are heading to San Diego. On the way we catch-up with Jean, Lisel and their son Jesse, at Newport Beach. Don worked with Jean in a past life and they are now living in LA.

Don comes down with ‘man-flu’ in San Diego (really it was just a cold), so we took it easy for a few days. Whilst San Diego was a nice town, one of the main reasons you’d go is for the zoo.

We had a fun day at San Diego Zoo. Though I’d much prefer to see wildlife as just that – wild, this zoo plays an important role in protecting rare and endangered species and is one of the largest zoological research centres in the world.

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Mustang Sally

We arrive into Fort Lauderdale an hour later than scheduled and face a two hour queuing process to get through Homeland Security. Oh the joy!

We’d had a similar experience arriving from Cuba into Cancun, where the flight was quicker than the time it took for us to get out of the airport.

Due to the often unreliable Cuban flight schedule, we had decided not to risk missing a connecting flight from Cancun to the US and overnighted in Mexico.

We had decided to stay in PM (Puerto Morelos); unfortunately – or maybe fortunately, Casa Caribe was full.

Having got to know Catriona, the Australian expat running the B&B, she generously offered for us to stay the night at her place.

Catriona has been living in Mexico for over 15 years and has become a successful entrepreneur. On arrival in PM, she saw a need for a dive shop – not having ever dived herself!

Two years later (and competent diver), she sold the successful dive business to explore other opportunities; these include: developing property, running a cooking school, operating a B&B and a charity. In her spare time (what spare time?), she plays Polo.

We arrive early evening – to her surprise (she couldn’t remember which day we were arriving). Not fussed, she pours us a wine and beer, whilst we start telling our tales of Cuba.

Catriona rounds up the troops; there are also two others staying with her, and she takes us all along to a party. It’s a spectacular full moon night and we are partying in a spectacular beachfront house.

These people know how to party – there’s a band playing on the roof, margarita’s flowing and people dancing and chatting away.

Jon and his wife are welcoming hosts and we have a great night, met lots of people including Chas, Marilyn and others whose names escape me – probably due to the many margarita’s! Thanks Catriona for your hospitality and we hope to see you (somewhere in the world), sometime soon.

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After the lengthy process to get into the USA, we take the rental car shuttle to the bus stop where you pick-up the rental car shuttle for your particular rental location! This is turning out to be a very long day.

I have a surprise lined up for Don…our wheels for the next week is a convertible – a late birthday present. It turns out to be a silver Mustang (Sally) – what else should you be seen in, driving through Miami and the Keys?

Once we have the car we have a 1.5hr drive across to Naples to meet up with John and Holly Bracknell.

Don met the Bracknells in Santa Fe in 1997 and have remained great friends ever since.  John and Don share a love of golf and it is through the generosity of John that Don has managed to see the Masters in Augusta several times.

The friendship between Don and John surpasses distance and time.  No matter how long it’s been between visits, it immediately feels like you saw him yesterday.  The last time was two years ago, in New York.

John has kindly driven his camper down from South Carolina for us to stay in. I had been reticent at first to go ‘camping’, but our home for the next few days is more ‘glamping’!

The well appointed camper has a lounge/dining area and separate bedroom, shower and toilet, along with a fully stocked kitchen (thanks Holly). John’s got all the comforts of home, including satellite TV, so he doesn’t like miss a football game.

We’ve stayed in some pretty basic accommodation, especially recently in Mexico and Cuba. John’s camper rates in the luxury end of our world wide experiences.

After a quick catch-up with John – it’s been a long day, we both happily crawl under soft cotton sheets, place our heads on perfectly soft pillows and sleep soundly.

Recreational Vehicles (RV’s if you haven’t worked that out by now) are serious business in the US. Some of the RV’s parked around us would be worth the price of a house in the US – well into six figures.

Many of the RV parks are like mini resorts. Ours has a swimming pool and there are water aerobics class each morning, along with other park activities. Everyone is very friendly and whilst doing the laundry, I chatted with Canadians and Americans who make an annual pilgrimage south to escape their snow buried homes.

John and Holly are staying with Holly’s parents, who also escape the cold in Bowling Green, Kentucky, to spend the winter playing golf and relaxing in the warmth of Florida. However, they don’t do RV parks; they do a condo on the golf course!

Air boat through the Everglades

Air boat through the Everglades

After meeting up with the gang for lunch (John and Holly, along with her parents Hollis and Sally), John has planned an adventurous afternoon. The three of us are heading out to the Everglades, whilst Holly runs some errands with her parents.

The Everglades is one of the largest wetlands in the world, covering over 1.5million acres (>600,000 ha).

It conjures up images of undiscovered bodies and TV shows like Dexter and Miami Vice, or a John Grisham novel. I’m waiting for Horatio (CSI Miami) to speed by, fully suited and Rayban sunglasses on!

The air boat flys across the water, through twisting mangrove tunnels, making high speed turns into open water prairies – hold on! Home to hundreds of bird species, we spot plenty; ibises, spoonbills, egrets, herons and pelicans (Alison Brown, you should be proud).

The Manatee, a dolphin like mammal is elusive. They only come up to breathe every 15 minutes; unfortunately we don’t spot one. We do meet a baby alligator, its eyes just peaking above water unperturbed by our presence.

We spend a few days exploring Naples. Don played Golf with Hollis one afternoon; we all have a delightful lunch of clam chowder and chicken wing at Buzz’s lighthouse cafe – an iconic landmark; and John and Holly take us to a local crab shack, famous for their soft shell crabs.

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Having helped settle her parents in Naples, Holly is heading back to work. John (with a sparkle in his eyes) is joining us for a few days. We are taking a road trip to Key West – the most southern tip of America.

We move the camper over to Fort Lauderdale, so it will be closer to the airport (we have an early departure). Leaving the camper and truck, we take the convertible down to Key West.

Our first stop is breakfast; we pull into a typical roadside dinner in Key Lago, the first of the Keys.

Florida’s Keys are the largest coral reef chain in the United States. I counted 23 Keys/islands from Key Largo to Key West and 42 bridges, the longest being the Seven Mile Bridge, so named for it’s length.

Key West, being the most southern tip of the US, is also at the upmarket end of holiday destinations   White and blue weatherboard homes surrounded by palm trees, American flags flying proudly. The boys go off in search of somewhere to sleep and they find a B&B a few blocks from town.

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John & Don – Sunset Key West

Everyone heads to the pier to watch the sunset. The promenade is lined with entertainers working for tips, some are very creative; a man with a pig (I’m not sure what he does with the pig!), a man eating fire and a man in a straight jacket are just a few.

After a light dinner at a french influenced cafe, we find a jazz bar. John loves Jazz and we also discover that he is an avid American Idol fan(?).

Tonight’s guest is Kristen McNamara, who was a finalist in 2009. She’s now eking out a living in Key West, a regular guest in this particular bar, whilst writing songs and reinventing herself for the umpteenth time; her new name is KMac.

Suffering a bit of a head cold, I bail early and leave the boys, to enjoy themselves and support KMac through to the end.

The following day it’s a leisurely drive back to the camper. On a whim, we pull into a seaside restaurant for lunch. It turns out to be a popular spot and served a delectable She Crab bisque. We also couldn’t resist sharing a serve of Key Lime Pie – a specialty of the area.

Back to the camper, it’s a lazy night – Over pizza, John tries to impart the tactile intricacies of American Football. I retire and leave Don and John to debate that topic and solve the problems of the world.

The following morning at 5 AM, we bid John farewell and head to the airport.

You’ve probably heard the term ‘Southern Hospitality’, there really isn’t anything like it. The Bracknells excel at it; there generosity is beyond measure and we are so glad to have spent time with them (and Hollis & Sally).

We can only hope John and Holly will come and visit us in Australia soon, so we can attempt to repay them in some small way.

All our thanks go to John and Holly for an enjoyable time spent with such wonderful friends.

 

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* Borrowed some photo’s from the web since my photos are now in Australia! Sources available on request.

What goes on Tour stays on Tour

Whilst I’m living it up in New York, Don is off playing golf with the boys; Tyrone, Footey (Andrew) and Pete.

I’m led to believe it was golf, golf, golf interspersed with eat, drink, sleep, eat, drink sleep.

And that’s about all I got out of him!

If you avid golfers want to know more about where they went and what courses they played.  No doubt, Don will be delighted to give you a hole by hole description!

 

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New York New York

Robina arrives weary but excited. I’ve driven down from Connecticut and I drop the car off at the airport to meet her. From here I’ve booked a driver to take us into Manhattan.

This was my 6th time to the big apple, but it’s a city you never tire of and you can always discover something new.

It’s great to be there with someone who is soaking it all up for the first time; it gives you a refreshing new perspective as they take in the grandeur, the chaos, the charm and romance of this wonderful metropolis.

From day 1, Robbie and I explored the city from morning to night. Most of it was on foot, we opted for the subway and the occasional cab out of sheer exhaustion.

We collapsed soundly to bed each night, only to get up and do it all again the next day.

It was great for me – I managed to work off a few of the excess kilos acquired through Europe.

I realised that we did so much in these two weeks, that this entry could turn into an epic task (and I am behind enough as it is), so I am taking a new approach with dot points and photos.

What we did (in no particular order):
The Staten Island Ferry • A New York Food Tour • Tour of the Lincoln Centre • Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge • Taking the Hop-on-Hop-off Bus • The view from Top of the Rock • The even more impressive view from Empire State Building at sunset • Shopping for bargains at Century 21 • Bike riding in Central Park • Dinner at Jean George – a Michelin star restaurant • Visiting the 9/11 pools and museum • Shopping at Macey’s • Browsing The Met • Photographing The Guggenheim • Walking the Highline • Markets • Seeing a • Broadway Show: Kinky Boots • Seeing another Broadway Show: Hedwig and the Angry Inch • Sipping Cocktails at the Rainbow Room, 65th floor of the Rockefeller Centre.

According to my fitbit, we walked over 232,102 steps which is over 165 KM’s. Yes, I rechecked the numbers, even I didn’t believe them!

New York seems to be the perfect city in B&W:

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And a few that just need to be in Colour:

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Connecticut

I fly from Dallas to Hartford, Connecticut and pick up a car. I’m staying a couple of nights with Lindsey Haviland. 

I met Sue and Lindsey Haviland at Four Winds Summer Camp, way back in 1988.

I was teaching sailing, Lindsey ran the horse riding program and Sue was on the waterfront (if my memory serves me right).

Sue and I also shared a cabin, looking after a group of 11 year olds. 

Sue is now living in Colorado, hopefully we will catch-up with her in early 2015, as we are heading their way for some skiing.

Lindsey lives in Canton, a gorgeous little Connecticut hamlet, not far from Hartford. Autumn is a beautiful time of year to visit, with Halloween a couple of weeks away, decorations and pumpkin carving are in full swing.

It’s been seven years since I last saw Lindsay, but time quickly slips away; it’s like you’ve popped in for a coffee with a friend down the street.

Saturday night we have dinner at the local pub/restaurant then head out to Infinity Music Hall, where Lindsay works on the promotion side of things.

Infinity Hall dates back to 1883 and has been beautifully restored. It hosts a wide range of musical talent, both well known artists and the up-and-coming.  We saw a great band: The Barefoot Truth.

Collinsville is the local town, no more than a few streets really.  There is a small Sunday market, selling fruit and veggies (pumpkins are the big seller today), homemade cider and yoghurt, etc.

The market entertainment is a Kids Band, all between the ages of 10 and 14 who are very talented.  There must be something in the water around these parts!

Lindsey has a wonderful creative spirit as well, she always has lots of projects on the go. With Halloween around the corner she is coordinating the Witches skit for nearby Flamig Farm.

The farm hosts night-time Hay rides through the woods for Halloween.  Along the track are different sets to scare the passengers.  I go out to the Farm with Lindsey on Sunday and help set-up a few things.

Lindsey has one of the more adventurous roles, playing the flying witch who swoops over the top of the wagon as it passes.  Looking at the homemade flying fox she is barely holding onto, she’s much braver than me!

It was a great weekend, so glad I got the chance to catch-up with Lindsey.

 

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