Friday, July 31, 2015

Moreno Valley, Santa Ana, and Seal Beach (CA) -- November 2014

DAY TWO – 18 November 2014

One of the advantages of having breakfast on-site is that I can come down in my sweat-pants and eat before I shower and brush my teeth.  And it’s a chance to people-watch the others who might’ve stayed at the same place as me.  Most were business travelers, which I surmised from the number of people who came down in suits with laptop bags in tow.  Breakfast had a good selection of fruit and bread items, but the “skillet grill” had a very limited quantity of protein.  There were some egg & muffin combinations, but they were more muffin than egg.  Besides that, the selection was good.  I wonder if the “skillet grill” would have some variation on egg items each day of the week (like the Hampton’s I’ve previously stayed at, and would be doing so again).



After I was cleaned up, packed up, and checked out, I headed for my first visit of the day.  It was a short distance to the east, and ride over here last month was done in fog, so I didn’t get to see much of the terrain.  This time it was nice and sunny when I arrived in Moreno Valley.  The advantage of ridden with my field representative (Evert) on the last visit allowed me to get a feel for the area of each of the dealerships I’d be at this time.  When I got off the Moreno Valley Freeway, the area was familiar to me, and I knew exactly where to park and enter the dealer’s building to meet my contacts.  I had an initial consultation to discuss cases, and then I set up my laptop in a spare office so I could work here until about lunch.



I took a break here and there to wander around, and take some pictures from outside.  There were mountains off to the northwest (Box Springs Mountains) and the Upland Game Hunting Area to the south, but beyond that no real mountain ranges.  Certainly not enough for me to consider this a “valley.”  Perhaps this area should’ve been called “Moreno Plains” instead.



I was told that on the other side of the Hunting Area was the Perris Reservoir, which had a huge recreation area attached to it.  If I time on a future trip, it might worth just to drive around the area to see what it’s like.  Also nearby was March Air Reserve Base.  As I’m told it contains an SR-71, that’s certainly something I’d want to explore when I had some time.
As I only have four dealers in this region (the “Inland Empire”), and I’d visited the two I planned to hit this time.  I figured since I was going to be driving towards the beach cities, I’d stop by one of the two “central” ones on the way through.  I had them on the list for Thursday morning as an “either or” situation, but it made more sense to swing by one as I was passing through the area.  I opted for the one in Santa Ana.  Since I was driving the route during the middle of the day, I made pretty good time.  Once I was off the highway, and on the street which my dealership was on, I started looking for a lunch destination.  I saw a place Claim Jumper, and debated going there, until I saw a better opportunity on the same side of the road I was on.
A large pink building with a sign reading “Home of the World’s Best Hamburger Since 1957” was worth checking out.  I haven’t had a decent burger on any of my trips out here, so I’m always game to give a new place a shot.  I whipped into the parking lot, and saw no less than three different police vehicles there.  Figured if the cops come here for lunch, it can’t be too bad.



Knowlwood looked like a converted service station, which it probably was, but the decorations inside really gave it some flair.  It had the feel of a 1940s joint with all the metal signs, photos, and advertisements of the era.  Each of the seating areas had a different theme.  After I placed my order, I went to the WWII aviation themed section, because there was no one else there (as it would allow me to take some pictures).  Oh, the cops were on the other side, in the “Hometown USA” portion which looked more like Mayberry than Glens Falls.



There had previously been an air force base in Santa Ana during the war, so a lot of the mementos were from there.  It’s great to look at the pictures of the flight crews while I was waiting for my order, although I didn’t recognize any of the names or planes.  I’d gotten a cheeseburger and soda.  There was no reason to get fries, as I don’t usually care for the taste of them anyway.
One thing which was nice was the burger automatically came with Thousand Island dressing, as opposed to ketchup, mustard, mayo, or some other crap.  That gave the burger a different taste, and I very much enjoyed it.  While I was eating, some people had come in to sit in the section I was in.  I very much appreciated them taking a picture of me in the area.  I always take pictures of my food so I can write the Trip Advisor reviews, but I sometimes like to have shots of myself to show I was really there.  Besides, I suck at taking selfies.



After I’d gotten to my dealership in Santa Ana, had my meeting with my contact, and set up my laptop in a spare office, then I was able to get some work done.  I did wander out to the show room at one point simply to look at the 1934 sedan sitting out there.  I had to chuckle that they had a “display only, not for sale” sign on it.  If sure if someone wanted to buy, they should pay what the sticker price was when the vehicle was new, just adjusted for current inflation.



Since I was there to work, I didn’t want to take a lot of pictures of the location, unless I could get a nice terrain shot.  Where I was, there wasn’t anything really identifiable in the area except the water tower.  The damn street light was in the way, so I had to move to a place where I could reduce its obtrusiveness as much as possible.



When I was done for the day, I cruised along Route 22 to get to the hotel where I’d be staying the rest of the week.  At one point I did pass my dealership in Garden Grove, which wasn’t on my list to visit this time around.  Since I’d chatted earlier in the day with my old co-worker Kate (back from the Tribune Media days), she referred to this area mockingly as “Garbage Grove.”  Kate left Glens Falls and went to Tribune’s Los Angeles office around the same time I left NY for Texas.
Route 22 combines with the 405 for a short period, and it was near there where I needed to get off.  Since I’d stayed in this area back during the September visit, there was a familiarity to place.  Not too far after getting off the highway, I passed this twenty-foot-high globe out in front of a place called Leisure World.  It was getting dusk, so I wasn’t going to have the appropriate light to get a proper shot.  I didn’t really know what it was for, or what “Leisure World” was, but I wanted the picture for the amusement value.  And with a name like “Leisure World,” it sounded a little suggestive to me.  I did find out later that it’s the name of the retirement community here.  I got to get my mind out of the gutter.



I arrived at the Hampton Inn at Seal Beach, got checked in, and took a couple establishing shots for the Trip Advisor article I’d write once I got back home.  I chose to stay here again, not because it’s pretty much equal distance from my dealers here, but because they had a good free breakfast.  I loved the location of where I stayed in Sunset Beach last month, but the on-site food wasn’t the best.  Having a good breakfast which comes with the hotel is important, especially when you’re only a set daily business budget.  Looking out the window of my hotel, I think I was in the exact same room as before, just a floor higher.  I had the same view of the Denny’s, and the stop-and-rob at the order of Westminster and Seal Beach Blvd.



After I changed out of my suit into some casual clothes, I headed out to look for dinner.  From information I’d looked at, I’d narrowed it down to four choices:  Beachwood BBQ, Yucatan Grill, The Abbey, and The Hangout.  Mind you, I really enjoyed O’Malley’s when I was here in September, but since I only have limited time, I want to try as many different establishments as I could.  That was the only reason why O’Malley’s wasn’t back on my list.  In the same feel, since I had other choices here (close to where I’m staying), I wasn’t going to drive back down to Sunset Beach to try other places again.  I want to stay close by.  Besides, I wanted to walk around the streets a little.
Heading down Main Street on Seal Beach, I took the first available space I could, and happened to park in front of California Seashell Company.  That was the place where we’d purchased post-cards for the team the last time we were here, so I decided to go back inside.  I really looked at buying a conch shell as a souvenir, as I wasn’t able to bring one home from St. Croix the last time, but declined doing so.  I didn’t need it, and the energy isn’t the same of buying it versus finding it on the beach.  I did pick up some shells for the team.  Since I get to go out in the field, and they stay chained to their desks, I want to bring back something small and inexpensive on each visit.



I took a quick walk to the Seal Beach Pier, and snapped some shots of the veteran’s monument there.  I spent too much time in the store, so I wasn’t able to see my sunset, so I’ll make sure to come here earlier tomorrow.  Heading back up the street, I looked inside the window for Beachwood, and wasn’t impressed at what I saw.  The food might be good, but I want to get something filling, and the last BBQ joint I ate it didn’t do that.



Some places have their menu posted on the street, which I like because it gives an idea of what they have and the price range.  Strictly from menu reading, I decided to try Thai on Main.  Yeah, it wasn’t one of the places I planned on checking out.  The interior space was small, and the tables equally as so.  There was an acoustic guitar player in there doing James Taylor covers, which added to the atmosphere.  From the design of the place, and the richer-classed patrons, this felt more like a wine bar with food as an afterthought.  The ginger chicken I was a small portion, but it was still good.  I was wondering what was on the dessert menu when the server brought my bill.



I ended up going down to the ice cream shop on the corner to get a peanut butter banana milkshake.  That was very good.  The employees there had a tip jar with a note on saying they’d sing a tune for each dollar put in.  Just for the amusement value I put in a few, just so these high school-aged kids could sing to me.
I headed back to the hotel in order to get a report or two run before the end of the evening.  I’d used the Garmin to get me down to Main Street just so I wouldn’t miss a turn, and I was using it coming back for the same reason.  I knew my way around, but I was used to seeing it in the daytime when it’s easier to spot landmarks.  Garmin gave me some funky directions which would take me far west of where I wanted to go, as I knew I needed to go east on PCH to get back to Seal Beach Blvd.  I stuck with the area which I knew, and enjoyed hearing the navigation unit telling me I’m going in the wrong direction, and then recalculating the route.  I get humor out of the strangest things.


For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
Moreno Valley (CA):  http://www.moval.org/index.shtml
Lake Perris State Recreation Area:  http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=651
March Air Reserve Base:  http://www.march.afrc.af.mil/
Garden Grove (CA):  http://www.ci.garden-grove.ca.us/
Seal Beach (CA):  http://www.sealbeachca.gov/
Beachwood BBQ (Seal Beach):  http://beachwoodbbq.com/
Yucatan Grill (Seal Beach):  http://yucatangrill.com/
The Abbey (Seal Beach):  http://theabbeysealbeach.com/
California Seashell Company (Seal Beach):  http://www.caseashells.com/
Thai on Main (Seal Beach):  http://www.thaionmain.com/



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Friday, July 24, 2015

Touchdown in Las Vegas Before Riverside (CA) -- November 2014

DAY ONE – 17 November 2014

And so began another business-related flight.  On previous trips, I’d taken the 10 am flight out of Austin, which got me to LAX at noon.  That sounded good, until waiting for baggage and shuttle to the car rental agency, then driving across the basin to see my dealerships.  By that time, most of the day had been burned up in me travelling in some manner or the other.  This time I opted for the 6 am flight, because it’d get me there after 9.  The trade-off for getting up an unnatural hour was having most of the day being able to be devoted to work things.
I was right there when the Southwest desk opened up (as I had to check baggage for the business trip), and I got through security with ease.  There was a nice brunette behind me in both the SW and TSA lines, and I gave her a friendly smile.  Cute lady aside, breakfast was my priority, since I wouldn’t be having lunch until I arrived at my noonish appointment.  I had Cliff and Kashi bars for snacks, not to be meal substitutes.  I went for some breakfast tacos at Annie’s CafĂ© & Bar, which ended up being very good (and not greasy).
After a short stroll from one side of the airport to the other to get some mileage in on my pedometer, I headed to wait by my gate.  The walk is nice, but I don’t want to get too hot before getting on a plane, and I was waiting for my co-worker Roy (who would be joining me on this flight).  Seated in the lounge in front of the gate was the brunette I’d seen earlier, so I sat down and struck up a conversation.  Her named was Victoria, and she was flying back to San Francisco (via L.A.) after attending a family wedding in Wimberley.  We had a nice conversation going when Roy arrived.
Roy and I have this friendly rivalry going on with the boarding groups.  Since this is a business trip without any connecting flights, I see no reason to pay the extra for the preferred seating.  On the last flight Roy had forgotten about the 24-hour check-in process, so he ended up with “C Group,” while I was in the mid-B’s.  This time Roy had remembered, and got the upper-B’s, and I had B14.  Roy said he hated me because I always got a better seat than him.  Roy likes the window, and I go for the aisle, so it works out pretty well for us.
Roy was initially confused if we were at the correct gate, because it said this plane was heading for Las Vegas.  I explained this would be a “touch-down” in Sin City.  Everyone not going on to L.A. would stay on the plane, and we’d get a chance to get better seats before the new people came aboard.  So this wasn’t quite a direct flight.  I’ve flown Southwest enough times to know the drill.
As we were getting close to Las Vegas, Roy poked me to inform me that we’ve now circled the city twice already.  From the air, Las Vegas looks a lot like Phoenix to me; flat and brown.  I figured we’re just getting into our landing window, and went back to my book.  Been through this before.  At that point the captain came out to the main section, and had all the passengers who were over the left wing get out of their seats.  Roy’s flown a bunch before, but he’s never had a good experience on a Southwest flight, so needless to say this was rather upsetting to him.



I stayed in my seat to observe what I could.  The captain had gotten on his knees and was in the process of pulling up the carpet.  We were informed the cockpit showed the landing gear had finished its landing cycle, but a different sensor said it wasn’t engaged.  So because there was conflicting information, the captain had to use the access port to make a visual determination that everything was where it should be.  After a few moments, the captain announced everything was okay.  For me, this was a few moments of interest, but for Roy it gave him some white knuckles.
The flight attendants informed the touch-down process to everyone, and Roy and I agreed we’d try to get seats in the front when we had the chance.  The landing was smooth.  But when the engines were reversed to slow the plane down (when you can hear them whine in the other direction), we heard a metallic clang.  Not too loud, but noticeable.  Once the plane was stopped, the flight attendants announced that everyone would be disembarking now.  I knew that wasn’t a good noise.  >grin<  Roy said that was it for him, as he wasn’t flying Southwest on any future trips.
We’d been given the instructions to head to a gate a short distance from where we came out of.  What was also nice was we’d be put on the connecting flight before the pre-boarders, so we’d be able to get those choice seats.  There were slot machines all over the Las Vegas airport, no surprise there.  Roy was excited about being in Sin City, especially since we had the corporate credit cards.  There was barely enough time to take a quick bio-break, and a couple brief pictures of the area, before our flight was boarding.  I would’ve liked to at least gotten a snack at the pub, just to say I’d eaten there.



The leg of the trip to LAX was uneventful.  Roy had packed everything for the week into his carry-on, so he jetted off to catch the bus to the rental agency, while I waited for my luggage to come out in baggage claim.  Since I didn’t have a specific time I was going to be at my dealership at any specific time (other than “after lunch”), I wasn’t too concerned.  With luggage in hand, I hopped the shuttle to the Enterprise locale, got an Impala (a GM vehicle this time, thank you very much), activated the navigation unit, and shot on to the streets.  It was about 10 am, so the morning rush had passed.
To talk like a native Californian now, I took the 105 west past Lynwood, picked up the 710 north to Monterey Park, and then hopped on the San Bernardino Freeway (otherwise known as “The Ten”) to cruise the rest of the way.  As I shot past West Covina, Pomona, and Montclair, I chuckled at seeing some of the dealerships that my counterparts were responsible for maintaining.  As I passed the Ontario Airport, I noted how it would’ve been nice to fly in there, but I couldn’t get a direct flight from Austin.



With my destination being Redlands, as I entered the area I started looking for places for lunch.  I figured I’d stop and eat, then hit my dealership.  But as I got off the 10, my location was right there, so it made more sense to park and stop in.  After a short business discussion with my contact (Junior), they got me set up in an office where I could respond to emails and escalations (which I could feel setting my phone off all during the drive over here).  As there were some places across the street Junior said were good, I then headed over.  Junior had a few errands to do, otherwise he would’ve accompanied me to lunch.



I looked at the sub place (B.K. Subs) first, but decided to go inside to look at the menu of Flame Broiler first, as I figured I could get more protein there.  This was a place where you chose your protein, veggies, and rice.  I got the chicken bowl with brown rice.  It was tasty, although they wouldn’t take the corporate AMEX card.  It wasn’t that much, so I paid for it with my own.  As I had a set amount each day on the corporate account for food, that just meant I’d have a little bit more for dinner.  Once I was done with lunch, I headed back across to my dealership, and worked the rest of the afternoon.



Because of the time change, the sun was now setting earlier than it had on my previous trip.  It was getting near sunset when I left the Redlands area, twilight when I picked up Interstate 215 south, and after dark when I reached Riverside … all within a span of 20 miles (which took me 45 minutes to drive because of traffic).  While I was staying in the same city as before, this time I booked with the Hyatt across the street from the previous place.  The room rate was about the same, but it said it had a free breakfast, which would stretch my budget even more.



I had a nice high floor, but it was facing the inner courtyard.  I had a great view of the opposite windows, and the pool below.  The layout of the room was really nice, and it would be a place to stay more than a single evening.  I’d seen some lighted palm trees on Mission Inn Avenue as I drove in, so I wanted to walk over and get some pictures of them, when I headed out to find food.  I soon located them, near a place which had a bunch of valets waiting to park vehicles, but I never did actually find out what building they were in front of.  I was told they’re lit year-round, but Riverside has a huge light festival for the holidays.  I figured I might be able to see it next month when I’m here.
Also as I wandered about, I stopped to take some pictures of the Fox Performing Arts Center, on the corner of Mission Inn and Market Street.  The light at the top of the tower kept changing color, and I was trying a couple different exposures in order to capture a decent shot.  It was a nice little landmark to see.



Most of Main Street is closed to vehicle traffic, so there’s a nice urban park there, and many shops and restaurants.  I’d eaten at Gram’s BBQ the last time I was here, and wanted to experience something different.  Through my research I’d read some reviews on a place, so I wanted to check this out.  And I liked the name:  ProAbition Kitchen & Whiskey Lounge.



As soon as I walked in I’d knew I’d like this place, based on the mix of swing and jazz music playing.  The building had bare beams and brick, which added to the rustic dĂ©cor.  I’d looked at the menu posted outside, so I knew what I wanted as soon as I sat down.  I thought the “whiskey chicken” was the appropriate dish to have, and it was great.  I knew I had to get up the next morning to check out and head to my next dealer, otherwise I would’ve stayed and had a drink or two.  This is a place worth checking out.



Heading back to the hotel, I was stopped by a street musician who was handing out cards with web links to his music.  His name was Travis Miller, and he had CDs available, too.  This would’ve been perfect if I was still connected to the college radio circuit, because I could’ve given him some air-play.  I put the link here, so you can check it out for yourself,
Back at the hotel, I noticed some cookies in the cafĂ© section next to the check-in-in desk.  I commented how good they look, and was debating getting one.  I’d just eaten a good meal, so the debate was whether or not I needed it, not if I wanted to pry my wallet open for $3.  The night manager at the hotel (Justin) did a goodwill gesture and gave me a peanut butter one.  It was great, and would’ve been worth the money I paid for it.  There was also an on-site bar, and they had Cruzan, so once again I debated having a drink.  I passed on that, because I didn’t need it.  Would Justin have given me one?  I doubt it.



I’d only unpacked what I’d needed for the next day, so I was able to get a last check of email and escalations before I called it a night.  I’d seen what the dining area was like, so I was wondering what the breakfast would be like.  I’d find out soon enough.


For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
Los Angeles International Airport: http://www.lawa.org/welcomelax.aspx
Las Vegas (NV):  http://www.lasvegas.com/
Lynwood (CA):  http://www.lynwood.ca.us/
Monterey Park (CA):  http://www.montereypark.ca.gov/
West Covina (CA):  http://www.westcovina.org/
Riverside (CA):  http://www.riversideca.gov/
Fox Performing Arts Center:  http://www.riversidelive.com/



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Friday, July 17, 2015

Torrance (CA) & Departure from Los Angeles -- October 2014

DAY FIVE – 24 October 2014

I slept pretty good, but woke up early (4 am).  I attempted to get some work done before breakfast was open, only to find out that both their internet and cable were out.  I did what I could on the phone, but that’s harder to research things when I can’t access all my systems.  Breakfast today was much like yesterday (cereal and past-ripe fruit), and not the substance I’d need to get me through the long day of traveling.  Evert and I had one more dealer to visit, and our plan was for us to drive there independently.  Since I was flying out in the early afternoon, it was logical for him to pick me up, then bring me back here to check out, and then I drive over the same route to get to LAX.



After packing up and checking out, I cruised up PCH, and went over some of the same sections of road we were on earlier in the week.  Some of this section I also remembered from the September visit too.  I like the feel of the Sunset Beach and Seal Beach areas, and would certainly like to come back here on my own time, when I’d have the opportunity to explore.  There were a number of establishments which I thought would be worth checking out.  Considering how filling my breakfast had been (not very), I wanted to find someplace where I could get a decent breakfast reasonable quickly.  I opted for the first Denny’s I could find, as I knew I could get something protein-heavy without being bready or greasy (unlike most breakfast places).
It was a half-hour well spent, and I’d left early enough with that in mind, so I wouldn’t be late for the last meeting with Evert.  I passed the Los Alamitos Traffic Circle again to continue on PCH, and went past the “Out of the Closet” place I’d laughed at earlier.  Traffic was still too thick to allow me to snap a shot of it.  PCH is a pretty nice artery, and goes all the way up to LAX, so on future visits I wonder if I could make this my main route (so I could avoid the 405).
Once I crossed the Los Angeles River, I came into the Wilmington section of Long Beach.  Yeah, not the prettiest place at all.  This was certainly driving through the hood.  I paid more attention, because I didn’t want to stop here for any reason.  Glad I’d had breakfast earlier.  PCH was nice prior to that, and then once I crossed the 110, it became nicer again.  I was looking a golf courses and middle-class neighborhoods.  Ah, welcome to Harbor City and Lomita.  Figure if you travel far enough on any road you’ll pass both good and bad areas.  To me, that was more part of the experience.
Interesting with my Garmin, it had me turn off PCH on to a side street which brought me to Lomita Blvd once I’d hit the city of Torrance, and directed me to Hawthorne Blvd for my destination.  My handy-dandy trusty paper map showed me I could’ve stayed on PCH as it would’ve crossed Hawthorne Blvd.  I guess Garmin would rather have me see the Crossroads Shopping Complex and Torrance Medical Center, as opposed to going past the Torrance Airport.  It was six of one and half-dozen of the other as far as I was concerned.
After the meeting was done, and I had to boogie to the airport, it would’ve been nice to continue up PCH to pass through Redondo Beach and Manhattan Beach.  But Garmin was set to “fastest route” and decided to bring me north to the Lawndale, so I could pick up the 405.  Downtown Torrance and Lawndale were pretty nice areas with a lot of shopping plazas.  Not too many gas stations, and I needed to locate one to top of the rental before bringing it back.  Interstate 405 was extremely slow due to a disabled vehicle in the center lane, but once I was around that, I made good time to LAX.  The area around LAX has never been the most-inviting looking.  I don’t know if the airport was built in the crappy section of the city, or the crappy section just sprang up around it.  I’m sure housing is very cheap when you’re only blocks away from an international airport which runs 24/7.
With the rental dropped off, I took the shuttle from the rental agency to the airport.  LAX is huge, and there were a lot of lines for checking baggage and getting through security, but things seemed to move at a pretty decent rate.  After the mandatory pat-down by TSA, I was able to hang out in the airport lounge and respond to some emails before it was time to board the plane.  The flight back was fine, although the couple next to me wasn’t very talkative.  We arrived in Austin on time, and it was only a short time later I’d retrieved both my luggage and my car.  Guess what, it was about 7 pm, and I was hungry.  I’d nibbled on the last of my Kashi bars while in the airport, but I needed something of substance for dinner.
Since there was a Mighty Fine on the way home, and I’d been craving one before this trip, that was my target.  I left my suitcase sitting in the backseat, as I knew no one was going to disturb it (and I could see where I parked from inside).  When it was my turn to order, I greatly amused the employees by telling them I’d just come from the airport and since no one in Los Angeles could make a good hamburger, that’s why I was coming here.  I topped that off with a milkshake, and considered that a close to the trip.
This was different than my previous jaunt out there, because the first time all the arrangements and the internary were made by my manager.  This was all me.  The one-on-one interaction with my contact Evert was great, and we built a great working relationship.  It was nice that he’d offered to drive me around, because it gave me the chance to observe the area, and learn more things than if I’d driven solo.  Subsequent trips will have a lot more solo driving, but learning your way around an area (and having a navigation unit) makes it a lot easier.
My plan for following trips is to spend a morning or afternoon at a specific dealer, as opposed to visiting them all again.  That will allow me to be on site if they need to utilize me, but I can also have a guaranteed connection to get my own work down.  That means once I’ve put in my “face time” and had an early dinner, I’d have the remainder of the evenings to explore whichever areas I was in.  Since most of my localations are in the vicinity of Sunset Beach, I expect to learn more about what’s out there.  I gather there’ll be a return trip to the Riverside area for at least one day next time, so they don’t feel left-out.


For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
Torrance (CA):  http://www.torranceca.gov/
Redondo Beach (CA):  http://www.redondo.org/default.asp
Manhattan Beach (CA):  http://www.ci.manhattan-beach.ca.us/



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Friday, July 10, 2015

Garden Grove & An Evening at Sunset Beach (CA) -- October 2014

DAY FOUR – 23 October 2014

This morning there were no hard-boiled eggs at the hotel’s breakfast, so I just had cereal and fruit, which I knew wasn’t going to last me.  The protein bars which I’d purchased were okay, but no substitute for the real thing.  We started heading eastward along Interstate 405 (also known as San Diego Freeway).  At one point we passed the John Wayne Airport, and Evert suggested I may want to try to fly into there on future visits in order to avoid LAX.  If I could get a direct flight, then I will.



Our first destination today was Irvine.  Evert pointed out the houses here were a bit on the expensive side, but if you went on the other side of the mountains to the south (which were the San Joaquin Hills), then the houses got really expensive, due to the proximity to Laguna Beach.  Didn’t really get to see much of the area, but of what I did, Irvine seemed to be okay.  From there were headed up Interstate 5 for stops in Orange and Santa Ana.
During the drive to the next area, I was able to use the phone to log on to Southwest’s site and print my boarding pass for tomorrow.  B4, baby!  When I’m travelling for personal stuff, and tend to have a layover, I’ll pay the extra for the guaranteed “A” position.  For business stuff, even though it’s not my money, there’s no reason to do so because I’m getting direct flights.  Just as long as I can have my aisle seat (and not be in the “C” group), I’m okay with what I get.
Evert and I had talked about the difficulty of trying to pronounce the names of streets and businesses, especially if it’s a nationality you’re not familiar with.  I commented the number of Dutch and Indian names where I grew up as being a good example.  When we arrived at Garden Grove, Evert said this will get more difficult when you can’t even read the signs.  Since this city has a heavy Korean and Viet population, many of the marquees were written in Korean or Viet characters.  I guess if I needed directions, I could always ask for “Mumble-Mumble Street,” and hope for the best.
We ate lunch at a Subway, only because it was close to our destination.  And that every other establishment in the plaza we stopped at didn’t have a sign in English.  We both talked about being adventurous on menus, but better to do on a day we weren’t going to be in the car most of the day.  We had rather slow service, as it took nearly 20 minutes for the three employees to serve the five people ahead of us.  We weren’t on a tight time-table, but still move with some speed during the lunch rush.
After lunch, and our meeting in Garden Grove, we shot over to see our contacts in Costa Mesa and Huntington Beach.  Each of our visits included speaking to our contact at the dealership (usually the Service Manager, and in many cases the General Manager as well), plus a brief tour of the facility.  These were very much a way for me to be introduced to these locations, as I’m Evert’s right-hand-man now.  Figured this was the best way to make a good first impression if I showed up with Evert, as opposed to appearing as some random guy showing up.
With the last one of the day accomplished, and there was still day light left, it was pretty close for Evert to bring me back to my hotel.  Tonight was also an opportunity for him to have dinner at a reasonable time with his wife.  When we cruised past Huntington Beach High School, Evert had to point out that it was actually a school.  Based on the architecture, I thought it was a church, or at least a church-school.
Following Main Street brought us to PCH, which we were able to take north.  This gave a nice opportunity to see Huntington Beach in the daytime, which I didn’t have the chance to do before.  I got to see the area where the street fair was (on the September visit).  Evert pointed out a couple places I should check out when I can, like Duke’s Huntington Beach (which I’d visited the Malibu location).  I mentioned just going to the end of Huntington Beach Pier and back for the view would be nice.
Seeing there weren’t too many clouds in the sky, I asked Evert if the Pacific Coast gets the “green flash” like the Caribbean areas do.  He said because it’s a cooler current along the California coast (love the alliteration), it doesn’t create the atmospheric conditions for that.  The trade-off is the way the waves come in, which contributed to the surfing culture here.  From seeing the long stretch of beach here, and the size of some of the waves, I could understand why that became such a draw for the area.  It’s no different than the allure of the mountains or skiing where I grew up.
Once Evert dropped me off, I said a quick hello to Alex at the front desk, hurriedly changed out of my suit into shorts and t-shirt, and booked across the street.  Okay, I crossed PCH at a stoplight because it was still rush hour.  But I had a chance to watch an actual sunset over the Pacific, and I was going to take advantage of it.  Once across PCH, I just had to walk down a short block, and past a small residential street, in order to get to the beach.



Sunset County Beach was expansive, clean, and empty.  The sand was soft, and there weren’t many shells there, but I did pick up a handful to bring back to my team.  Instead of taking the “feet on the sand” shot, I decided to be a little more artsy and took a picture of my shoes in front of the sunset.



I did step out to dunk my feet in the ocean for a few moments.  I had my bathing suit with me again this trip, and had debated taking a quick dip.  But the sun was going down quick, so it was more important to get my sunset shots.



As I zoomed in on the sinking orb, I could see two ships which had departed port at Long Beach.  There was nothing else on the horizon.  Of all the places those damn ships had to be, they were perfectly in my line of sight.  I walked a short distance up and down the beach, but their distance from me meant no matter how much I moved they’d be in my way.  The only consultation was the ships were moving out to sea (from my vantage point, to the left).




The sky had a great orange quality about it, and I knew I wasn’t going to see the “green flash” because of what Evert had told me.  I did want to take a series of shots to catch every bit of the sun disappearing over the horizon.  Some shots were close-ups (with the ships silhouetted), and others were pulled-back establishing views.



The ships did move enough that I was then able to see the sun between them.  A few quick shutter snaps later, and I had a nice sequence of the sun’s descent.  That was nice to finally see.



I lingered a few more moments to enjoy the sight of the sky in twilight, but then decided to head back.  Food was something I wanted before too long, but I wanted to make a quick exploration of the area too.



The residential street close to the beach, which ran parallel to PCH, appeared to be an inviting community.  There was walking path, almost a long narrow park, which went between the lanes of the residential street.  A few people were hanging out here, some walking their dogs, but they were very friendly.



Some of the houses had pretty interesting designs too.  I didn’t want to think about what these might’ve cost to purchase, but many were nice to look at.  While I liked this one which resembled a castle…



…I also thought this one was interesting because it reminded me of a church.



One thing which was very nice in the park was the Friendship Garden which I came across.  This might’ve originally been just a flower bed, but plaques, mementos, and other memorial items had been placed here.  From most of the names I saw, it looked like this was a place where pets were remembered, but I’m sure there were tributes to human loved ones too.



I continued down the street heading south until I reached a light so I could cross PCH back to the side my hotel was on.  Just as a point of interest, I crossed to get here at the first light north of my hotel, and came back on the first light to the south.  Yeah, there weren’t too many lights along the area.
Back at the hotel, I asked Alex if she wanted me to bring her back anything for dinner, since she was going to be there until 11 pm.  She thanked me for asking, but declined.  I let her know I was going to try another one of her recommendations tonight.  It was after dark now, so I walked up to the light (where I crossed over to Sunset Beach earlier), and went just a little further so I could get to Captain Jack’s.  Being a Doctor Who fan, I like the connection, no matter how unintentional.



There were about six parking spaces next to the restaurant, so if anyone drove here they’d have to fight for space on the street.  Being a solo, I’ve found it’s far easier to get into places, than when going to a place as a couple or a group.  Even when I looked this up on Urban Spoon, it said this was a “seafood and steakhouse” place.  I hoped it was more steak than what Walt’s Wharf had to offer (which wasn’t much).
The hostess let me know it would be a wait for me to be seated.  When I inquired as to how long said wait would be, she said she’d have to check on that.  Strange the hostess wouldn’t know that info.  It was over ten minutes later she came back, and let me know it would be an additional 25-30 minutes before I could get seated.  Considering I wanted to get some work down before the evening (as flying tomorrow meant I’d be out-of-pocket most of the day), that was far longer than I wanted to wait.  And the place didn’t appear very crowded.  Where the people ahead of me which would make the seating take so long?



I decided not to wait that long, and went across the street to a place which was also one of Alex’s tips.  I’d passed this early, and got a laugh about the Statue of Liberty on the roof of the place.  This was Schooner’s at Sunset.  It described itself as a “diner,” and there was a sailor-theme about the area.  I was able to be seated immediately, which was quite different than Captain Jack’s.  Schooner’s was decently packed in the bar area, but my seat was placed in the rear dinning section.  Even though I would’ve liked to been around more people to observe, I was fine with where I was.  The couple in the booth next to me was macking pretty well, but I would’ve preferred a different form of entertainment.
Looking at the menu, this was very much an up-scale joint, and not the “diner” as it pretended to be.  The chicken masala I ordered was fabulous, although the $5 side garden salad I ordered on a whim was less than stellar due to the vinaigrette they served.  My server noticed I hardly touched the salad, and I commented that the flavor of the dressing wasn’t to my liking, and there were no other alternatives.  The manager ended up removing the cost of the salad from my bill.  I didn’t ask to have that done, because there was nothing wrong with the way it was prepared, it was I didn’t care for how it tasted.  No fault of the establishment.  But I thought they went the extra distance in satisfying me as a consumer, especially when I wasn’t asking for anything to be done.  That earned the thumbs up from me.  And when I’m back in the area, this is a place I’d return to.
I walked back to the hotel, and gave my report to Alex on how the tips turned out.  She’d given a couple other suggestions too, unfortunately I didn’t have time to investigate them all (and that’s why I didn’t list them here).  I knew that Alex wouldn’t be there tomorrow morning when I checked out, and I let her know that I enjoyed my interaction with her.


For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
Laguna Beach (CA):  http://www.lagunabeachcity.net/
Garden Grove (CA):  http://www.ci.garden-grove.ca.us/
Costa Mesa (CA):  http://www.costamesaca.gov/
Huntington Beach (CA):  http://www.huntingtonbeachca.gov/
Schooner’s at Sunset:  http://www.schooneratsunset.com/



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