With the natural beauty of Lake Tahoe displaying its quiet splendor mere blocks away, the artifice and forced glamor of the casinos just on the Nevada side of the border are set in stronger contrast than I’ve ever seen elsewhere. At least in Las Vegas, you’re so surrounded by casinos and flashing lights that it’s […]
Santa Rosa has always been one of those interestingly remote places for me. I grew up just an hour away from it, but it always felt as distant as places three or four hours away, as if it were more suited to a long weekend trip than a quick visit.
Where I live now is geographically even closer, but thanks to the winding roads through the hills around Lake Berryessa, it takes even longer to get there. The most direct route is close to two hours, despite Santa Rosa being just about exactly 40 miles away. Maybe it’s this sense of inaccessibility that has always made me see the city as being so remote. To this day, my instant reaction is to see going to something in Santa Rosa as too much hassle — even though I could get there in less time than it takes to go to San Francisco, and I’m perfectly happy to do that a couple times a week.
Instead of seeing it as a destination in its own right, for me it’s always been a stop on the way to something else. On the way to visiting friends (and eating the best sushi in the world) in Ukiah, on the way to spending a week among the redwoods in Mendocino, on the way to a long weekend with family in Geyserville… as far as cities go, for me, Santa Rosa has been “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”