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CALIFORNIA (SB, LA, SM) - Day 13


The morning view of Santa Barbara fog from our
room at the Doubletree.


We started our day at the Fox lot. On the left is a view from on high,
and on the right is where the stars eat lunch al fresco.


This camera was used to shoot "Carousel."




Our own lunch al fresco at Cora's Coffee Shop. That's
Dennis Hopper's baseball cap just over Spencer's head.


A day of friends. Top left, Spen with producer Melissa Bachrach. Top right, Spen with
super exec assistant Pam Halstead. Bottom, Spen with singer Judith Owen.


Will you believe me if I tell you Paris Hilton refused
to be inthe shot?


The coaster at Santa Monica pier.


We have a room with a view.


The beach on a cloudy day.


Dinner at Josie's: Spen, Judith, me, Harry.



CALIFORNIA (SF, PCH) - Day 12



Coming into S.F. never fails to impress.


Unlike Cody, Sheridan (Wy) and other western towns we
visited, downtown SF was bustling on Sunday morning.



Rolling down the hill toward the famous part of Lombard.


Two views along the Pacific Coast Highway


Left, the view from Ventana; right, the view at Nepenthe


A scene played out for hours, cyclists zipping by at top speed.


But then the road is ours again.

OREGON-Day 11


We reach the Pacific, at last. Florence, Or., Saturday July 9.





Oregon coast could be the Outer Banks, were it not for
the mountains in the distance.

The farmers market early Saturday morning, Eugene. Only local & organic allowed.



Richard Armstrong of Silver Spring and Eugene, who is
known as "Mr. A, The Tomato Man," and who invented
a unique cedar tomato tower. "I just love tomatoes," he said.


The Union Pacific passes through town seemingly every 15 minutes, a block from our B&B, tooting its
whistle and carrying Oregon's commerce.


Late Saturday, waiting for our own (late) train.

 


OREGON-Day 10


Two of the faces of Oregon - high plains desert and racing rapids against the lush green forest.


Mt. Washington, with lasting '03 forest fire devasation
in the foreground.


The "Super Burrito" in Bend on the left. On the right, it's a time warp here, where law requires the
gas station "pump jockey" administer the gas and windshield wash. He even asked, "can I check the oil?"
I thought we had time traveled back to l968.


The Campbell House in Eugene, a "small hotel."

 


An Oregon rose in the rain on the left. Right,
the moist slate sky.


Gravlax parfait, courtesy of chef Jeff Parker.


Two views of a very good salad of organic Oregon greens, goat's cheese, figs, nasturtiums.


The Campbell House dining room at 9 p.m.


Spen at dinner with local rose, me later writing the diary in front of the fire...rodeo hat is officially retired
tomorrow when we board train for southern California.



BOISE, ID- DAY 9


Idaho, at the beginning, in the croplands.


But, for about 300 miles, it looked like this.


The Craters of the Moon outside Twin Falls


What we call Soda Fountain 1, outside Driggs, Id., where we had Huckleberry Milk Shakes at 10 a.m., and
Soda Fountain 2, in Twin Falls, where we had late lunch of sandwiches and root beer floats.


On the terrace, and the view, at the very good Cottonwood Grill in Boise.


JACKSON HOLE, WY-DAY 8


Along the road into Jackson...it only gets prettier.
(minus dead bugs on windshield)


The slopes in summer, and the Snake River behind our hotel.


The sidewalks are great, and you might bump into
Harrison Ford.


No multiplexes in Jackson Hole, but they do have mini ramp in the middle of town.



Spencer and the town bison.


Random Jackson Hole - gateway to town square; the town museum & CRJ's fantasy transport.


A piece of the West comes in all forms.


His ads run on the radio all day long - the law
offices of Gerry Spence.

And, below, a few views of and from the Amangani Hotel:





Writing trip diary on the back deck of the Rusty Parrot
Lodge in bathrobe, cowboy hat and boots.


The front of the Rusty Parrot near the center of town.


A western size pour of Pinot Noir - big like the sky. At
the Snake River Grill, where we had fresh mountain trout.




Hotel turn-down; waiting in my bed.

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