In 2002 we both entered our mid-forties. Having reached the age where many people have their midlife crisis, we decided it was appropriate to head for California. We met in Nashville on Saturday, May 11 and flew on out to L.A. The alternate name for this trip was "The Rogaine and Convertible Tour" -- neither of us is using Rogaine (yet) but we did try to rent a convertible. Sadly, there were none available.

We spent the night in Long Beach with DC's old college friend Fran, her husband Ken and their daughters, Meaghan and Katy. The next morning we drove on down to the harbor for a quick look at the grand old ocean liner, the Queen Mary, and then it was off to Edison Field for the first game of the trip.

Dave had been at Edison Field during it's earlier incarnation as Anaheim Stadium, a completely enclosed multi-purpose baseball / football stadium. Since his 1991 visit the stadium has been opened up so you can see out beyond the center field fence and a rock garden has been added in center field. It's okay but not exceptional. You can certainly tell that the Angels are owned by Disney -- the rocks are fake, the park is spotless and kind of sterile. The Angels won a very exciting ball game, coming from behind in the bottom of the ninth for a 5-4 victory.

The next day we headed into Los Angeles. We decided this was the day for cheesy tourist activity,so we began the day on Hollywood Boulevard, looking at the stars in the sidewalk, Mann's Chinese Theatre, the Kodak Theatre (the new home of the Oscars) and the Hollywood Sign.

Then it was off to Universal Studios. One reason we travel well together is that we like many of the same things. Another reason is that when we don't, we are generally pretty tolerant of the other's wishes. Universal Studios was DC's idea. The studio tour was interesting to both of us -- among other things, we saw the Bates Motel set from Psycho and Beaver Cleaver's house. Dave was a sport about the rides -- he even admits that the Terminator 3D show, which mixes live action with a film using 3D special effects, was pretty cool.

From there we went to Dodger Stadium. This is a beautiful ballpark. The view from inside the park is great - beyond the fence are palm trees and mountains. Because it is set into the side of a ravine, you can actually enter the park from the upper deck - the bad thing about that is that you are not allowed to wander down to the lower deck if your seats are upstairs.

Once again, we were treated to a really good game. This one ended up going 13 innings before the weak hitting Dodgers were able to beat the Mets. Because we had a long day on the road ahead of us, we had decided to spend the night north of L.A. instead of returning to Long Beach so we left after 10 innings and drove about 90 miles up to Santa Barbara, where we spent the night.

Edison Field in Anaheim, CA

DC says "Some people say I look
like Tom Cruise". Most people don't.

Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, CA

Tuesday morning we drove up the freeway for awhile and then headed towards the coast and San Simeon. This town consists mainly of a few small hotels and shops on the highway and one big tourist attraction: Hearst Castle, the home of famous publisher William Randolph Hearst. It's huge -- there are four different tours, none showing anything that's on the others, and you still don't see it all. We took the "take-this-tour-if -you've-never-been-here-before" tour. It's an amazing place - we had a terrific guide who showed us one of three guest houses (the one we went through had a mere eighteen rooms) plus several areas of the main house, including the sitting room where people had drinks before dinner. That room alone is three times the size of Dave's entire house.

From there we headed north on California Highway One. This is the Pacific Coast Highway and it is one of the most beautiful drives you can imagine. The road is one lane in each direction, winding along the mountains with a steep drop down to the Pacific on one side. We spent much of the day oohing and aahing as we came around a tight curve in the road to see another gorgeous view. We love our ballgames but this might have been our favorite day of the trip.

The pool house at Hearst Castle

Pacific Coast Highway, a beautiful drive

We spent the night in Santa Cruz and then were up early the next day to make the 75 mile drive to San Francisco. We got into town and spent some time down by Pier 39, where hundreds of sea lions hang out. Then it was onto a ferry boat for the ride out to Alcatraz. We arrived on "The Rock" about 24 hours after reaching San Simeon. It was quite a contrast in living conditions - whereas guests at The Hearst Castle had drinks before dinner in a room large enough to house a regulation sized basketball court, the convicts of Alcatraz spent 16 to 23 hours a day in tiny 5 foot by 9 foot cells.

The home of William Randolph Hearst

The home of a guest of the U.S. government

Alcatraz

After that we walked down to Pacific Bell Park. What a wonderful place to see a ballgame! It's right on the water which allows people to arrive at the ballpark via ferry boat as well as rail. The original plan was to have the open part of the ballpark face downtown San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge. But they discovered that would result in wind problems similar to their old stadium, Candlestick Park (which was notorious for it's high winds and cold temperatures) so they built it facing the Bay Bridge instead. Still a great view and that allowed them to include McCovey Cove, an area right beyond the right field fence where home run balls can land in the water. No one hit a ball into the cove during the games we saw -- Barry Bonds waited until a couple of days after we left and then hit two into the water in one game.

We went inside and met Dave's friend Lisa who lives in San Francisco and is a big Giants fan. This was the least competitive game of the trip but we saw a masterful performance from Greg Maddux as the Braves beat the Giants 6-1. After the game we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County and drove to Sonoma where we spent the night with Dave's friends Darlene and Bob. We would have liked the chance to tour one of the vineyards surrounding Sonoma but the Giants game was scheduled for 12:30 the next day.

Pac Bell Park in San Francisco, CA

You can watch the game for free from here

Thursday morning we headed back into San Francisco. There is an area underneath the rightfield bleachers at Pac Bell where the only thing separating people outside the ballpark from the field is a chain link fence. You can't see everything but you can see enough of the field to make it worth hanging out down there, especially since it's free to everyone. If there is a big crowd, the Giants clear the area every three innings so more people can experience this view. We spent the first inning watching from there, then went in. This game was a tight pitchers duel until the top of the eighth when the Braves scored four runs to take a 5-1 lead. The Giants beat up on Braves closer John Smoltz in the bottom of the ninth to make it a one run game but their rally fell short and the Braves won 5-4.

After the game we wandered around for awhile and eventually visited the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Some of it was pretty cool, some of it was beyond us. Our favorite thing there was a room in which the audio from four films being shown simultaneously mixed together into a (semi) coherent sound collage.

After a nice dinner, it was DC's turn to make a concession to Dave. While our musical tastes converge on a lot of things, there are areas where we differ. That night The Knitters were playing at a place called The Great American Music Hall, which (from what we've heard) is, well, a great American music hall. Dave likes The Knitters, DC had never heard of them. They'd put out one album in 1985 and since all the members are in other groups, The Knitters rarely do shows. We headed over there and found ourselves walking from the garage towards The Great American Music Hall with a bunch of sci fan fans - the latest Star Wars movie had opened that day and there was a line down the street for it. The Star Wars fans were milling about with the Knitters fans and the customers of the other big attraction on the block - The Mitchell Brothers Theatre which is apparently a world reknowned porn palace. All in all, an interesting mix of humanity. DC was shocked to find that a band which had released their only album 17 years earlier could sell out a show but they had - we didn't get in.

While DC was prepared to bite the bullet and see The Knitters, missing the show didn't bother him since his plane was scheduled to leave at 7:00 AM the next morning. So we headed across the Bay Bridge to Oakland (passing the home of the Oakland Athletics) and settled in for the night. The next day we went to the Oakland Airport bright and early and headed home.

By that time we'd already started thinking about the next Two Guys and A Map trip - by 2004 there will be new parks in Cincinnati and Philadelphia and neither of us had seen Pittsburgh's new park so next up is a tour east of the Mississippi River.