For the past year or so anytime we would talk Joe would say "So when are you going to come out to Cali"! We would kick around ideas and it would always come back to egg rolls, crabbing and Budweiser. We worked out some dates and I bought a plane ticket... then told my wife. She was not pleased. But with the promise of a return visit in the summer and wine country all was good.. for the most part ha!
3:00am Eastern I caught an uber to the airport and the trip was underway
Keeping an eye out for huge flyfisherman
Touched down at SFO at 11am Pacific
Joe: Are you on the ground
Timo: Just landed
Joe: I'm out front.. look for the Ford Ranger with the an Oak Cabinet in the back
Joe: Cops are making me move
Not long later I see an Oak Cabinet come into view and Joe waving furiously. I throw my bags in the bed, jump in the truck and we're on our way. Having just got over the flu a few days earlier I still had a nagging cough.
Joe: You know what would help that cough.... Budweiser. There's a cooler behind your seat and coozies in your door... drink up. Road sodas were cracked as we headed north.
We crossed the Golden Gate bridge, traffic was light and we were on our way.
A trip to the left coast wouldn't be complete without stopping at Russian River Brewing
We each ordered a pliny draft, then we both ordered a burger, then we both ordered a hazy ipa, then a hot fudge sunday with two spoons. I'm pretty sure our waitress though we were life partners... she would have been right... no homo
After getting our cases of Pliny to go we got back on the road. Not long after we pull off and Joe says want to stop in at this little Winery? Sure why not.. I'm pretty sure I will have to take the Wife here on the return trip.
A few hours later we pulled off the highway onto a narrow dirt road. We stopped at the neighbors ranch to say hi. An oak wood fire was burning and the smell put me back home. They had an old saloon they had built from the ground up that was straight out of a western movie with a fully stocked bar, spittoons on the floor and shotguns behind the bar. More beers were drank then we headed up to camp.
As soon as we pulled into the lane we were greeted by a pack of semi wild dogs. As soon as the truck parked they all started pissing on everything. If it was on the ground it was fair game. Propane tanks, truck tires, my suitcase...
We finished unpacking and poured a drink and started dinner.