California

By Alexander Lobrano I am very much looking forward to my California book tour from October 16 to October 24, and I really hope I’ll have the pleasure of meeting my Californian readers soon. I’ve been besotted with California ever since I was able to replace the desperate jealousy I

By John Grossmann River’s End, in Jenner, California, disproves the unfortunate restaurant adage that the quality of the food is inversely proportional to the quality of the view.  River’s End delivers on both counts.  The food is fresh, local, well conceived and prepared, and beautifully presented.  And the view? Perched

Highway 1 on the mid-Californian coast is the road you see in car ads, a stunning stretch of road that deserves to be driven in a red convertible. The climax is the route through Big Sur, where the stomach-dropping turns edge the bluffs as you gape in awe at the

Five hours north of San Francisco on Hwy 101, you reach Humboldt County, otherwise known as California’s Redwood Coast. While more than 4 million people visit Yosemite National Park each year, only 600,000 make it to Redwood National Park annually to see the world’s tallest tree, a 379-foot coastal redwood.

  By John Grossmann The morning fog still clings high on the hillsides but has lifted off the broad mouth of the RussianRiver.  Yesterday, this wildlife-rich estuary filled the view from the huge windows of my cliff-side room at the Jenner Inn on a sparsely developed stretch of California’s rugged

By Tom Passavant Until just a year or so ago, the idea that anyone would think of the city of Napa as a legitimate destination for wine and food lovers was laughable. Compared to the heavy hitters just upvalley—world-famous towns such as Yountville, St. Helena, and Calistoga, with their legendary

By Catherine Streeter Being an Easterner, I’d never heard of Mammoth when I moved to LA.  But for Los Angelenos—at least, the serious skiing kind—it’s ground zero. And you can’t argue with the numbers: 3,500 acres of skiable terrain, 3,100 foot  vertical drop, an average annual snowfall of 400 inches

By Richard West Late summer. Heat. Ennui.  Your imagination as empty as a Magritte sky. When your usual brisk pace changes to a Willy Loman posture shuffle.  The month when your days of wine and roses turn to days of whine and neuroses. Don’t despair, the remedy is at the