Day 14 & 15

Downtown Sonoma, California. There is wine tasting every 20-30 feet in this town (a good thing). This was an outdoor restaurant that looked too good for us (How did we know this? They put mushrooms on everything).This is where wine is born. It grows underground (like a carrot), then the wine beans are crushed (like coffee) into a powder (like kool aid), and then they put it in a bottle and stir. Amazing, isn't it?
This is the bridge into San Francisco. It's called "The Bridge of Mystery" and you can see for yourself why... The fog was so incredibly thick, that this was the best view we had.
Half Moon Bay, California.
Ever think the beaches and/or water in New Jersey are dirty? Well, at least we can't usually see the pipes putting filth into the water. To be fair, this is probably just for "runoff"... but for God's sake hide the pipe!
San Francisco International airport: A reassuring sight from the terminal before we boarded our plane. Hopefully, this guy was just lost and not working on our plane.
Would you imagine the airport in Las Vegas to look any other way?
This is what Heaven looks like (from a plane). Finally made it home. We both had a great trip and highly recommend (to anyone that hasn't) that you do this at least once. Thanks to everyone for checking this out and leaving comments (and "voting").

Day 13

This is from a park in Chico, California. I'm not sure how the car passed inspection with all of the "what-have-you" on the roof. I couldn't see through the back windows but judging from the smell I'm pretty sure they must be transporting skunks! And that ain't legal either...
Chico, California: This puppy is in the Sierra Nevada brewery. I'm not sure what it does, but anything that shiny has to do something really important.
From the Sierra Nevada brewery, a man enjoying suds in the tub.

Day 12

Mountains from the Rainbow Ridge south of Eureka, California.View from the car of more redwoods on the "Avenue of Giants" on Route 101. If you put all of the redwood trees end to end, tied them together (with something strong, like duct tape) and waved it in the air, you could poke God in the eye (I wouldn't advise doing this, there's a pretty good chance he'd get really mad).
Shelly showing off inside of a tree.
The cows were not impressed. Apparently, if I read the "comments" correctly, the cow pictures are most popular. Expect more.
It took us a good two and a half hours to go 15 miles today. The GPS took us up and down and around 3 or 4 good sized mountains (that's right, I blamed the GPS). Thus, no drunken brewery / winery pictures. Maybe tomorrow.
We went out to eat tonight at the Riverside Grill in Red Bluff, California. This picture is from our table. This man is prospecting the river near the restaurant. Yes, prospecting (looking for gold and/or treasure). In 2008. He's most likely insane, but his dog was cool.

Day 11

Deer at a cemetery in Jacksonville, Oregon. They have big, dumbo ears.We finally made it to California, this is Redwood National Park. The trees are so tall that sometimes they tickle the moon and make it sneeze.
It's hard to believe that Shelly is sitting on a tree. It had to be close to 20 feet in diameter. Some of these trees are over 1,000 years old, that's older than anything. Trust me.
This redwood tree fell. Shelly's wearing her "Michael Jackson" pants.
The Pacific! At long last, we've logged over 4,000 miles (and it's not over). The little house thingy is not a private residence. It is actually a lighthouse.
Shelly took this picture of a house in Eureka, California. It's nice. There seemed to be a lot of bums in Eureka... hmmm. They should let them live in this house! Tomorrow should be interesting, as we are going to "wine" country (Sonoma) and to a brewery. Wish us luck.

Day 10

Shelly in Portland, Oregon at the "Volunteer Center" for you-know-who (hi Bernie & Bill from CA).Hope everyone likes pictures of mountains. I got lots of 'em. This is called the Pumice Desert (sounds yummy). Not much can grow here as there are not enough nutrients in the soil.
Crater Lake in Oregon. Pictures can't really show how cool this is. A volcano blew up and what used to be the top of the volcano is now Crater Lake. It's almost 2,000 feet deep and the elevation is over 7,000 feet!
From Crater Lake, the mountain on the left is Candy Apple Mountain and the one on the right is The Devil's Top Hat. Okay, so those aren't the real names, but they're better in my opinion (especially since I can't remember the real names).
The Cascade Range in Oregon. The road was crazy where we took this picture, no guard rail and the drop was a few hundred feet. I left out the scariest part. Shelly drove the whole time (if you've experienced this and lived, you understand the sheer terror involved. For everyone else, imagine a rollercoaster that can move at unlimited speed, in any direction, can stop on a dime and is very, very opinionated.)
The other side of Crater Lake. The island is called "the Wizard".
Tree hugging just south of Crater Lake. I think it's a douglas fir? Not sure... Since we both like big trees, we're going to see the redwoods tomorrow...

Day 9 - Oregon

Bakery City, Oregon: I'm assuming it says "Baker Truck Corral" because "The Creepy Baker Truck Corral" didn't fit.
Caught in the act at a rest stop near the Columbia River...
This was exciting. We stopped for coffee in The Dalles, Oregon. At first it seemed to be a beautiful waking dream, we had found a real-life chocolate factory! Err, no... It's a water treatment "pond". *Sigh*, the search continues. Part of me still wants to go swimming in it's chocolatey (looking) goodness.
Picture of Shelly in a bunker at the Bonneville Dam (don't get me started, dams are evil and bad). There was something that looked suspiciously like a poop in the bunker after Shelly left, but it might have been a pine cone.
It looked like this all day. This part of Oregon is a "temperate rain forest". Look it up. In other words, it rains; ALL THE TIME.
Horsetail Falls.
Multnomah Falls.
Let's see, vacation itinerary. Historical landmarks, geological wonders, famous waterways, cemetery. You don't go to cemeteries on vacation? You haven't lived.
On the road to Mt. Hood, you can't escape the long arm of Obama. No, we didn't put the sign up.

Day 8

This is what Montana looked like through our windshield. Note the bug remains on the windshield. We've orphaned a lot of larvae on our trip, neither one of us is proud.Yes, we can in Boise, Idaho. I don't think Obama needs help here...
This is a park in Boise, Idaho by the state capitol building. If there's a port-a-potty "Bermuda Triangle" somewhere, this is where they end up.
Not a lot of pictures today as it poured rain most of the way through Idaho. Stopping for the night in Baker City, Oregon.

Day 7 - Jellystone

The "Crazy Woman Saloon" in Dayton, Wyoming. There were parking spaces for brooms right next to the truck.This was the view from US-14 going west into the Big Horn National Forest. It may be the coolest road in the world, it was actually scary to drive up it. Highly recommended.
Yep, there were cows on the mountain. Why not?
View from the top of Big Horn National Forest. In some ways, it was better than Yellowstone. There, I said it.
View "coming down" (physically) from Big Horn. Something tells me there's treasure in this thing.
Perhaps the highlight of the trip for Shelly. This was in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming. Why is this suprising? Wyoming might be the only state that has more guns than mosquitos.
On Interstate 90 heading west to Cody, Wyoming we saw a large black bird on the side of the road. We stopped, I missed the picture of the black bird and took this picture of what I thought was a small man (okay, a man with a beak) on top of the telephone pole. It's a golden eagle. They are big. Go outside and look at a telephone pole, then look at this picture again.
This is a mile or two inside of Yellowstone. That's snow on the mountain in the background!
It can be slow going in Yellowstone. Blame the buffalo (incidently, they looked quite tasty).
No, this is not a crow. It's a raven, waiting for someone to drop food at the Old Faithful Lodge. It was suprising (and a little unsettling) how much bigger than a crow they are. A group of ravens (a group of ravens is called a murder) caused quite a stir when they carried off a small french woman while we were waiting for Old Faithful to do it's thing. Oh wait, that didn't actually happen.
Old Faithful. I'm not sure it's either, I need proof. Oh, it smells like farts.
Lots of stuff gives off steam in Yellowstone. What's the deal with that?
In one of the native american tongues (I forget which one) "Yellowstone" means "land of water, steam and rocks".
These geese have had enough of this crap and are getting the hell out.
The last picture on the way out of Yellowstone. Staying in Idaho Falls, Idaho then on to Oregon...