We landed in San Jose.
First thing we did was drive to Gilroy to see Marc Perkel.
He just bought a home in Gilroy, the Garlic Capital of the World.
That's tons of garlic you see in those two trailers.
Perkel and I got into some high-level talks about the future
Gilroy is 80 miles from San Fran, but they're 30 degrees hotter, too.
We drove West from Gilroy to Watsonville and there it was.
Water in Oklahoma doesn't look like this.
From there we drove south on Highway 1.
Finally, we made it to Carmel and I got the shock of my life.
Maybe they seed the clouds everyday - I don't know - but I loved that
We were hungry so we set out to find Clint Eastwood's Hog's
We weren't sure what to expect so we just walked right in like we owned the place.
This is the courtyard between the bar on the right and the restaurant
on the left.
They have heaters are fireplaces all around because if it's 55 degrees
Cubby asked if we wanted to sit in the restaurant ot the bar - we chose the bar.
Clint's bar seats about 20 people - heck, my Train Station seated about 60.
But then, land is cheaper in Tulsa than Carmel-by-the-Sea.
Check out the tables in Clint's bar.
That's cut from a redwood tree and it's thicker than Michelle Bachman's skull.
They had lots of fancy food, but you should have seen the prices.
She had her usual White Zin, I had me a Black Russian.
My drink seemed pretty strong - pretty soon the bar looked like this:
Just kidding, you know I don't get drunk - at all - when I have to drive.
It was getting late and we still hadn't found a hotel.