Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Detroit for outsiders

Stop me if you've heard this:  Detroit sucks.  It's a shit hole.  The murder capital of the world. 

These characterizations have taken decades to earn.  And earn them Detroit did.  Poverty, crime, the worst schools in the country, corruption from the mayor's office on down, and neighborhoods that have become vasts empty swaths of overgrown weeds and broken concrete.  I travel parts of this city that would make you wonder if you're still in the United State.  It's the very images you inevitably see on the evening news whenever there's a story about Detroit: burned out buildings, homeless people on every corner, abandoned cars, and mountains of tires dumped in an alley.

The city has been in decline since the riots of the 60s.  I moved here in 1979.  I've watched a lot of it happen right before my eyes.  But like many, I watched from afar.  Even though the house we lived in was only one street away from Detroit, I wasn't a Detroiter.  I considered myself a Californian.  Detroit didn't mean that much to me.  I only said I was from Detroit when talking to strangers who asked where I lived.  It made me sound edgier, I guess.

But all that changed when I took a job in the city 13 years ago.  Our offices are in a neighborhood just like the stereotypical ones you see on TV.  Houses that are half crumbled from neglect, stray dogs running the streets, and smashed empty pint bottles of Hennessey on the sidewalk.  It's not a nice neighborhood and not something that inspires optimism.  But if you look past the facade, you'll see a new Detroit sprouting like a daffodil.

What you haven't seen on tv if you aren't from here, is the genuine renaissance going on right now.  There's progress.  REAL progress.  What is happening is at a grass roots level.  People actually moving into existing houses, fixing them up, and calling it home.  An old building that sat empty for decades has been refurbished into a bagel shop.  An house remade into a thriving restaurant called Mudgies (and serving one of the best sandwiches you'll ever have - The Gutty).  And countless more stories of successful additions to the food scene.

Neighborhoods are returning to vibrancy.  Currently, there's not enough housing available in the Midtown area - up Woodward near the medical center.   There's a condo for sale in Corktown for $850,000!!!  Vacant lots are going for $500k. 


Keep in mind, about 5 or 6 years ago, you could buy a home for $500.  In some cases, the city actually PAID you to take a house.  But thanks to competent government leadership, accountability, and an escalating economy, the spirit of Detroit is kicking some serious ass.

Downtown Detroit on a Friday or Saturday night has become a destination for all kinds of entertainment for people from all over southeast Michigan.  Detroit is second only to New York in theater seating.  GM bought the Renaissance Center in Detroit 8 years ago, and as part of their plan, they've created a river walk that stretches for miles along the Detroit River (which, for those of you that skipped geography, separates the US from Canada*.)  

*Here's a quick little fact you can impress your friends with:  Canada is SOUTH of Detroit.  I swear, it's true.  Look at a map.  The river comes up from Lake Erie, passes along Wyandotte, Ecorse, and River Rouge, then bends towards the Northeast as it approaches Detroit.  Just as it passes under the Ambassador Bridge, the River is basically traveling east and west.  The tunnel to Windsor runs north and south. 


Speaking of the river, it is one of the best fisheries in North America.  Millions (and maybe even billions) of walleye swim up the river to spawn every spring.  World class musky over 50" long, hordes of bass, the occasional steelhead, and giant sturgeon lurking the river bottom.  A few years ago while fishing for walleye, I hooked into one of these prehistoric monsters that was well over 6' long and 100 pounds.  I fought that fish for THREE AND A HALF HOURS only to have it come off the hook unceremoniously.

Anyway, back to the city.  You can watch a baseball game at one of the best new stadiums in MLB, Comerica Park.  

Right next door is Ford Field, home of the Lions.  Just up Woodward and over the highway is the site of the new Red Wings ice area currently under construction.  

Countless bars and restaurants surround the area for your pre- and post-game celebration/drowning your sorrows.  Two James Distillery offers tours of their facility which includes free samples of their product.  Shinola opened a factory in Detroit, making fine hand-made watches, leather goods, and bikes.  Campus Martius Park has music, dancing, and outdoor ice skating in the winter.  Dan Gilbert - owner of Quicken Loans and the Cleveland Cavaliers - has been renovating dozens of buildings throughout downtown.  If ever a man put his money where his mouth is, it's Dan Gilbert.


The annual Downtown Hoedown is a country music festival held right on the river front and includes acts like Darrius Rucker and Rascal Flats.  There's bicycle tours, a new light rail going in, gambling at three different casinos, and food.  Lots and lots of excellent food.

You're not likely to book your next family vacation to Detroit if you live in say, LA.  (But if you do, please put me on speaker phone when you pitch the idea to the kids.)  However, if you're summer plans do include a trip to Michigan or one of the surrounding states (please God, not Ohio.  Tell me you're not vacationing in Ohio), make it a point to visit the D.  If you need a tour guide, I'm available.  I promise, you will see things you never thought you'd see.  You'll eat amazing food, share drinks with super friendly people, and come away with an entirely new appreciation for the Motor City. 
Heading off the water after a successful fishing trip in the Detroit River.  Canada is to the south (the left)


Monday, April 18, 2016

Seminal moments

There's something about waking up at day break to the sound of waves crashing on the rocks 100 feet below your hotel balcony.  It's God's metronome.  Non-stop motion that has been happening millions of years.  Hypnotic.

I slept with the sliding glass door open because I didn't want to rob myself of one second of that experience.  I make it a point to rise early when I'm vacationing.   There's no better time to appreciate the allure of everything nature has to offer than when the sun first comes up and the rest of the world is still asleep.

When I finished my walk down the beach and all through downtown, it was time to hit the road for the second leg of our trip.  Onward and upward to Big Sur.  Buckle up.
  
On the way, we stopped to snap a couple pictures of the elephant seals that call San Simeon home.  


I'm supremely jealous of their lifestyle:  hang out on the beach, cruise around for a lady-friend, eat, drink, and sleep.  Sign me up.

Just after San Simeon, you start your ascent towards the Los Padres National Forest.  
Looking back towards San Simeon from the ascending Pacific Coast Highway.
One of the real joys of driving this stretch is listening to my dad fret irrationally over the structural integrity of the "turn outs" along PCH (small gravel areas where you can stop to snap a picture or let faster traffic go by).  I take an unhealthy pleasure is listening to Big Joe freak out if I get within 10 feet of the edge. 


"Hey.  HEY!  Now goddammit, I told you, don't get too close to the edge.  This is a heavy vehicle."  As if this slab of California coast is going to fall into the ocean the very moment I drove this SUV onto the shoulder. The same shoulder that 50 million other cars have pulled onto since they began construction on Highway 1 in 1919*. 

*here's a link to the history of this stretch of road.

Before you commit to this drive with its hairpin turns, harrowing switchbacks, and heart-stopping cliff edges, you better make sure of two things: 1)  you don't have to use the bathroom and 2) you don't need gas.  Your choices will be severely limited.  And if you want to experience the basic tenet of supply and demand, try filling up at one of the gas stations along this highway.  Hoooo boy.
If I owned this station, I would add "....so pay up, suckah"
Gorda is the first sign of civilization once you've reached altitude.  It's a cool little "town" with an inn, store, gas station, and tremendous views (of course).  It's a good place to stop and catch your breath.
 
This is directly across the street from the Whale Watchers Cafe.  Make sure you look both ways before crossing the street.
Our next stop was one of the real gems of this trip, the Lucia Lodge.  I don't know why I don't remember being here before, but I guarantee I'll be back.  The lodge was originally 4 cottages built on a cliff's edge, overlooking a big cove.

  
There's a restaurant attached to the general store/front desk and attached to that is an indoor seating area.  If you choose to eat inside rather than the outdoor patio, we can't be friends.  It actually should be against the law.

This is one of those places you just need to sit quietly and take it all in.  The sound of crashing surf in the distance, the smell of the ocean, the warmth of the sun, and the serenity of the moment.  This is the kind of place that inspires masterpieces, rouses emotions, and galvanizes the soul.  It's a vision you will never forget.

Guess who's wearing the straw hat
It's almost unfair to couple excellent food with these panoramic vistas, but Lucia does it.  
An old, unused building on the grounds of Lucia Lodge
Recharged and invigorated, we're ready to enjoy the next 25 miles to the Big Sur Lodge.  I want to get there, check in, and take a hike before dinner.  

Highway 1, for the most part, hugs the coast. Thus "Pacific COAST Highway".  But Big Sur actually sits in a valley, just inland in the Los Padres National Forest.  It's also the southern most home of California Coastal Redwood Trees.  These are the oldest and tallest trees on earth.  It's impossible to put into words just how impressive these things are.  They can grow to 300 feet tall, and some of these very trees that stand today sprouted when Jesus walked the earth.

After we checked into our cabin, I put on my hiking boots and headed up the Valley View Trail inside Pfieffer Big Sur State Park.  This is a mile long trail up one of the mountain sides that create the Big Sur Valley.  It's a moderate trail that'll break a sweat for a 50 year old guy who doesn't do cardio.  But man....  1000 feet up, looking down on the valley, majestic trees as far as you can see, the Big Sur River, Highway 1, and way off in the distance, the ocean.  When I finally made it to the top, I literally said out loud, "Well.....that was worth it."
A picture might be worth a thousand words, but that's still not enough
I wish I could have stayed there until the sun set, but A) I could hear dad's stomach growling from a mile away, and B) my son texted me, "get off that mountain.  You're prime cougar bait."  He doesn't say much, but when he does, he's makes a compelling point.

I made it down the mountain safely and uneaten, got cleaned up, and went to Deetjens Big Sur Inn for dinner.  This place has been around for 80 years, built by Norwegian immigrant Helmuth Deetjen who welcomed adventurists traveling the newly paved coast highway.  The place hasn't changed a bit.  It's a perfect accent to the surrounding redwoods and natural beauty.  And not that it really mattered because dad and I were thoroughly enjoying each others company, but the food was fantastic.  Dad had the duck and I had the Tofu Milanese with polenta and sauteed veges.  We might have had a bottle of wine, too.   

One more day to go, but here's some more pictures.


The Big Sure River



Cabins at Big Sur Lodge
 
 
Flowers at Lucia Lodge