It’s amazing how quickly our time here has gone by. Today is our last day in Napa Valley. We woke up early and checked out of the Yountville Inn hotel. As we were checking out we discovered that they have breakfast in the lobby for the guests. Too bad we didn’t know about that beforehand!
Our only wine tour today was the Pride Mountain vineyards. Larry gave this place a ton of praise so we were pretty stoked to be going there. It’s a small winery and is by appointment only.
Pride Mountain, as the name would suggest, is a small mountain near the valley. The drive led us along a pleasant winding road up a mountain near St. Helena. It took us a while to get there due to the remoteness of the location.
The grounds of Pride Mountain were quite beautiful and it was fun to see a mountainside winery instead of the ones we’re used to seeing. When we entered the winery the first thing we saw was merchandise all over the place. I expected this at Beringer, but it was a bit of a surprise to see here at this small winery.

(The grounds of Pride Mountain are picturesque)
The guy actually doing the tasting greeted us and asked if we had an appointment. We told him our names and he checked his little book to make sure. Jen and I were under the impression that we had an actual wine touring appointment at 11am. It turns out that they don’t do tours. Oops. It also turns out that we were there about 45 minutes early. This seemed to really distress the guy because we were there before our scheduled tasting time. Apparently he was quite worried that things would get really crazy if anyone else showed up. I looked around and saw only two other people there. The guy reluctantly agreed to let us commence with the tasting.
So instead of the non-existent tour, we did the wine tasting. The Pride Mountain wines were pretty good, albeit pricey. We tasted the following wines:
Pride Mountain 1991 Merlot - It definitely tasted like old wine and had a lot of complexity.
Pride Mountain 2003 Merlot - I liked this better than the 1991.
Pride Mountain 2003 Chardonnay - We liked this one this best of all the wines we tasted here.
Pride Mountain 2001 Cabernet Sauvignon - It was ‘ok’, not enough depth.
The guy didn’t pay much attention to us (maybe we didn’t look like we would be buying any wine) and in the middle of our tasting, some guys showed up looking for the owner of the winery. I think they were distributors. The wine tasting guy told them that the owner was out of town but invited them to a tasting (I guess they were exceptions to the appointment-only list). He was more than happy to converse with them and spend time with them.
Jen and I liked the Chardonnay the best and decided to get a bottle for Larry and Amy since they like this winery so much. Although our personally experience wasn’t that great - it might have been related to the chilly reception we got from the wine tasting guy.
Before we left, we walked around the grounds a bit. The winery is pretty to look at and we stopped for a bit on the top of a hill to take in the sights.
After this, we left Pride Mountain (probably for the last time) and drove back towards St. Helena. It was still early enough before lunch that we decide to pop into Silver Oak Cellars for a tasting.
Our drive took us down the same road as last night to the Silver Oak winery. We parked and went inside. The tasting was pleasant enough. Silver Oak is pretty notorious for their Cabernets (I think their slogan is, ‘Life is a Cabernet’). We first tried their 2002 Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon. Next we tried the 2002 Alexander Valley Cabernet Sauvignon. Despite being the cheaper of the two, Jen and I preferred the Alexander Valley cab. We decided to buy a bottle. To our delight, they also gave us two free wine glasses with our purchase - pretty cool.
It was getting closer to lunch time so we headed towards our lunch destination: Mustards Grill. Mustards Grill is close to Yountville and we had 1:30pm reservations. We got there around 1pm and the place was super packed. We waited and waited but ended up having to wait until around 1:30pm to be seated anyhow.
Mustards Grill was probably my favorite restaurant of the entire Napa trip. I had a lot of wine already today so I passed on wine at lunch, but Jen (who wasn’t driving) ordered a sampler of three wines. She had:
2003 Unti Grenache - very sweet
2003 Cline Mourvedre - spicy but also much better after breathing for ten minutes
2002 Neyus Syrah - medium-body, fruity & vanilla
Lunch was great. The food wasn’t as ‘fancy’ as all of the other places we’ve been so it was a nice change of pace.
After a long and enjoyable lunch we began the road-trip portion of our journey. Our vacation is actually in three phases: 1) Napa Valley, 2) Pacific Coast Highway (and Hearst Castle) to San Diego, and 3) Cabo.
Our drive took us from Napa Valley down to San Francisco. This time we DID stop at the Golden Gate Bridge. Back in Napa it was sunny and HOT. At the Golden Gate Bridge it was cloudy and quite cold!
I didn’t bring anything for cold weather except for a sports coat that Jen bought for me from Banana Republic. I looked a bit silly with my shorts and tennis shoes with the tan sports coat but at least I was warm.

(What an outfit!)
We hung around the park overlooking the bridge for about thirty minutes. It was pretty windy from the ocean breeze. We took a lot of photos and had a generally great time. It was fun to be outside in the invigorating air.

After our fun time at the bridge, we headed into San Francisco and got on California Stat Route 1 (the Pacific Coast Highway). We stayed on this road all day, passing through San Francisco. I wasn’t as impressed with the city as I thought it would be, but maybe we didn’t see the right parts.
Beyond San Francisco along the coastline-hugging route 1 I was a bit bummed because there was a perpetual fog all along the coastline. I had expected it to be nice and sunny and great out so I was a little let down.
We stopped at a couple of beaches to stretch our legs and take in the sights. It was still a little cold probably due to our proximity to the ocean.

(Jen and I having a self-portrait with the help of the Sigma 15mm fisheye lens)
The rest of the day we drove down the small highway until, eventually we got hungry. We decided to stop in Monterey for some dinner. We randomly got off at an exit but didn’t like the neighborhood so we went on a few miles and tried again. We lucked out as it was a nice area and we ended up going into a mall-like area similar to Perimeter Mall here in Atlanta.
Jen and I saw a California Pizza Kitchen and had dinner there. I mistakenly ordered their raspberry lemonade. It was so sweet that I couldn’t drink it! I ordered a glass of water and another cup so I could cut it with some water.
Jen and I split a pizza and had a salad too. After dinner we stopped by Starbucks for some coffee for Jen.
We drove on beyond Monterey down route 1 it started to get dark and more and more sparse. In Monterey we were at a quarter tank of gas and I should have filled up there but I assumed we would find at least one gas station along the way. How wrong I was.
The darker it got, it seemed that the road got more and more treacherous. Eventually it was pitch-black outside and there were absolutely no signs of civilization around. All I could see was the little area in front of the car illuminated by the headlights and the billowing fog pouring over the road.
At the same time it became acutely concerning that we had a situation with the lack of gas in the car. I had Jen check the map and all we saw for the foreseeable future were tiny little dots for a few towns sprinkled down the PCH. As the low fuel light had already come on, I was banking on the idea that one of these towns would have a gas station.
Only one of these towns did have a gas station and it was closed. Not good. We had no choice but to continue on in hopes that we could find a gas station before the car ran out of gas.
So, for what seemed like the next three hours we continued down the pitch-black winding road perched on a cliffside overlooking the ocean. The only way we knew that we were close to the ocean was the presence of a couple of light houses along the way. It was definitely rural and isolated out here.
I didn’t know what we were going to do if we ran out of gas since there wasn’t really anywhere to go and it was simply too dark outside. I didn’t think we had any chance of making the little town where our hotel is since it seemed too far away.
By Zeus’s beard we somehow made it to that little town without running out of gas. The little town was full of run-down looking hotels. Indeed there was nothing else there, not even a gas station! It was pretty aggravating to not find a gas station, but we were both quite tired.
It was around 11:30pm when we rolled into our hotel and checked in. It was a ‘quality inn‘ and I think cost us around $120 for the night. The place was anything but ‘quality’. Indeed, there was a large sign in the lobby put up by the state of California warning everyone that this hotel contains chemicals that cause cancer and birth defects.

(You can’t even fabricate these kinds of things)
We didn’t have much choice so we checked in and went to our room. In order to have ‘air conditioning’ we had to open the sliding glass door to let some air in. I can’t recommend this place for anyone looking to secure lodging near the Hearst castle.
Jen was pretty disgusted with the whole thing and just wanted to go to bed. We gingerly moved around the hotel room trying desperately not to stir up any of the ‘cancer casing chemicals’ and tentatively climbed into bed to fall asleep to the sounds of some vagrants loitering around outside (since our sliding glass door was open).