As you may have read from my last post, I am home!! Besides one set back in getting sick with the stomach flu, I’ve been enjoying my time at home, relaxing and catching up on everything I need to get ready for 2016.
As I wound through the dark redwoods on Highway 17 with an eagerness to get home, I couldn’t help but feel a certain gratitude. Santa Cruz is one of those places that can make me feel strong emotions no matter how many times I come back. It’s home.
There’s no doubt about it, Los Angeles gets a whole lot of flak. I’ve been around the world and I’ve heard people praise California, but they always have to mention their one exception was L.A. Yes, it’s smoggy, sometimes slightly shallow, and there’s a lot of traffic and bad drivers. If you can get past all that though, there are an large amount of activities and sights to see around the city.
I looked at our map which probably hadn’t been used since 1980. I traced my finger up the California coast through all the spots I knew so well and stopped just north of San Francisco. Point Reyes. It sounded familiar, a place that my friends from the Bay had mentioned countless times before, I’m sure, but one I had never ventured to myself.
With 570 breweries up and down the state, California has more craft breweries than any other state in the USA. Born and raised in California, it was also the place I had my first experience with craft beer – Arrogant Bastard from Stone Brewery to be exact.
After 2.5 months of filming and quite a few long nights of editing, I can happily say that my road trip video from San Diego to the Oregon border is finished!
When we were looking at a map of California, deciding where we wanted to go up the coast from San Diego, my finger hovered over Sacramento. I had a mental tug-of-war, wondering if it was a destination worth going that far inland for, maybe we should just stay on the rugged coast the whole way up?
Santa Barbara stood out to us as we traveled up the coast. I’ve always thought of it as the demarcation line between northern and southern California, maybe not in terms of geography, but in how its a mix, a little bit of everything.
Those of us from California tend to specify which area of the state we’re from. We’re either from NorCal or SoCal, maybe even the Central Coast. Growing up in Santa Cruz, our location is always debatable as to whether we fit into Northern California or the Central Coast.
This week has gone by in a blur, most likely because I was home and visiting family, something I no longer take for granted after being abroad for two years.