This past Sat. D and I ventured down to Dana Point for their annual whale festival. The night before I accidentally cut my toe open, so I wasn’t sure if I was up for walking around, but I managed.
First, we walked around the docks, where artists were selling their paintings/photographs.
Then we ate lunch at RJ’s Cafe (50% Entertainment Book discount). I had “The Gobbler”, turkey (they roast their own) sandwich with cranberry sauce. I originally fell in love with this combo at Togo’s. It came with a side salad that I had ordered with blue cheese dressing (house-made) on the side. That was the best blue cheese dressing ever–creamy, and not too pungent. D ordered “The Hole in the Fence” omelette, with mushrooms and sausage. It was quite large, and he could not finish it.
Then we waited for the shuttle to the actual whale festival, as suggested to us by the Dana Point Visitor’s Center. (We felt very Rachael Ray-ish stopping by there). However, after a lot of waiting, no sign of a shuttle, and people who had just returned from the festival on foot claiming that the shuttle was imaginary, we decided to hoof it up Golden Lantern to PCH. Of course, just as we got there, we saw the shuttle arriving. Hmph. I wasn’t too impressed with the festival…it seemed kind of junky to me. Not to be snobby, but this is Dana Point, where we saw three Porsches, a Ferrari, and a Rolls Royce just in the short time we were in the parking lot, as well as waay too many overly-pampered dogs. I expected it to be classier, I guess.
On our way back down the hill, we joked that these condos are probably considered the “slums of Dana Point” since they are right across the street from some mansions. Of course, they are actually really nice, and look at their view!: