Thanksgiving Re-cap:
My parents swung by the Homestead, we packed the S4, then drove down to LA to spend our Thanksgiving with my sister and her family. Despite leaving on Wednesday in an attempt to avoid Holiday traffic, we were greeted with horrid bumper to bumper slogging to a tune of 28 miles in 151 minutes of driving. We crested Altamont Pass in a rain storm and finally hit Southbound I5 after three hours of driving. As usual, I took it personally when anyone attempted to outpace me so I was forced to keep an insane pace for the following 300 miles.
My mother prepared a cooler full of travelling food and I couldn't help but nosh on meatloaf and chips for SIX straight hours. We arrived LA late Wednesday evening and greeted my Sis, her husband, and the two girls with big smiles and hugs. We ended up chatting into the morning.
The next day, we attended Thanksgiving Dinner with my Brother-in-law's family. Damn, his sister-in-law can cook a mean dinner. She went all out following to a tee the most recent Williams and Sonoma Thanksgiving Dinner spread. It wasn't a surprise that I gorged beyond my gastro-intestinal limitations...as did my Father, who from this picture demonstrates exactly where I received this genetic disposition:
We succumbed to food coma in front of the HDTV at my In-law's In-laws (embarrassing) during the 1st quarter of the Dallas game and awoke during the 3rd quarter...at which time I staggered into the Dining Room to feed on some yummy dessert. My dad's belt was undone to accommodate his distended abdomen.
We had to get to bed early that night given we had to rise at 4 in the morning the next day to catch the Ferry to Catalina Island. The ferry ride out of Long Beach was a pleasure and the view into Avalon Harbor was gorgeous. Here are some shots.
Catalina Island is a bit larger than San Francisco, mostly uninhabited, has one large tourist town, and is quite a hit with campers, hikers, back-packers, and canoe'ers year round. We spent most of the day walking and hiking and eating at quaint little restaurants. That evening, my wife, my Brother-in-law, and my father and I hit the little strip for some imbibement. We spent a good part of the evening at a Karaoke joint on the beach...my wife SOO wanted to sing but very much wanted one of us to accompany her...we said "Hell NO" to that, but I promised her that the next time we hit a Karaoke bar, I'd be prepared to sing a song with her if we chose a song I felt I could sing well.
The next day, we rented a couple of golf carts and toured the rugged hills surrounding the town of Avalon. BTW, cars are an extreme rarity on Catalina Island. Everyone uses golf-carts, and believe me, I was in awe...I simply had no idea that one can modify golf-carts to the degree the locals modify these little bastards. Here is a shot of me taking the rental to the limits at one very tricky and precarious mountain road....hehehe. Just kidding.
And more shots of the scenery:
I would absolutely recommend a visit to Catalina Island. It is small enough that you can get the feel of the place and exhaust most of what the Island offers in two full days. If you decide to camp, I suppose you can make a good week out of it. I would certainly recommend that you trip during the hot summer months given the snorkeling looks fantastic!
Anywayz, the trip back home was mostly uneventful. We blasted through the portion of I5 from the Grapevine to Livermore at a 92 MPH average speed (not including gas and pee stops).
That's it for now.
My mother prepared a cooler full of travelling food and I couldn't help but nosh on meatloaf and chips for SIX straight hours. We arrived LA late Wednesday evening and greeted my Sis, her husband, and the two girls with big smiles and hugs. We ended up chatting into the morning.
The next day, we attended Thanksgiving Dinner with my Brother-in-law's family. Damn, his sister-in-law can cook a mean dinner. She went all out following to a tee the most recent Williams and Sonoma Thanksgiving Dinner spread. It wasn't a surprise that I gorged beyond my gastro-intestinal limitations...as did my Father, who from this picture demonstrates exactly where I received this genetic disposition:
We succumbed to food coma in front of the HDTV at my In-law's In-laws (embarrassing) during the 1st quarter of the Dallas game and awoke during the 3rd quarter...at which time I staggered into the Dining Room to feed on some yummy dessert. My dad's belt was undone to accommodate his distended abdomen.
We had to get to bed early that night given we had to rise at 4 in the morning the next day to catch the Ferry to Catalina Island. The ferry ride out of Long Beach was a pleasure and the view into Avalon Harbor was gorgeous. Here are some shots.
Catalina Island is a bit larger than San Francisco, mostly uninhabited, has one large tourist town, and is quite a hit with campers, hikers, back-packers, and canoe'ers year round. We spent most of the day walking and hiking and eating at quaint little restaurants. That evening, my wife, my Brother-in-law, and my father and I hit the little strip for some imbibement. We spent a good part of the evening at a Karaoke joint on the beach...my wife SOO wanted to sing but very much wanted one of us to accompany her...we said "Hell NO" to that, but I promised her that the next time we hit a Karaoke bar, I'd be prepared to sing a song with her if we chose a song I felt I could sing well.
The next day, we rented a couple of golf carts and toured the rugged hills surrounding the town of Avalon. BTW, cars are an extreme rarity on Catalina Island. Everyone uses golf-carts, and believe me, I was in awe...I simply had no idea that one can modify golf-carts to the degree the locals modify these little bastards. Here is a shot of me taking the rental to the limits at one very tricky and precarious mountain road....hehehe. Just kidding.
And more shots of the scenery:
I would absolutely recommend a visit to Catalina Island. It is small enough that you can get the feel of the place and exhaust most of what the Island offers in two full days. If you decide to camp, I suppose you can make a good week out of it. I would certainly recommend that you trip during the hot summer months given the snorkeling looks fantastic!
Anywayz, the trip back home was mostly uneventful. We blasted through the portion of I5 from the Grapevine to Livermore at a 92 MPH average speed (not including gas and pee stops).
That's it for now.