My Trip

I chose Port Costa as my road trip because I had been there once before for about 5 minutes and the town seemed really interesting. Its hard for me to imagine that small towns like this exist in such a populated area of California. So on Saturday May 7th at about 2:00pm, I called my friend Phil and asked if he wanted to check out Port Costa with me. He agreed on the fact that I was buying lunch, and we headed on our way. We really didn't know much about the town, just that it was really, really small, and that it consisted of houses, a hotel, a bar, two restaurants, and two shops.

On our way down to Port Costa, Phil and I saw a broken down and abandoned white '84 Accord on the side of  highway 4. We noticed that it had tow stickers on it and tickets from days past. It was clearly abandoned with the windows open and key on the seat, so we decided to rummage through the car and see if there was anything worth taking. Someone had already gone through it before us and papers were everywhere. We opened the glove box and 2 pairs of gas station quality sunglasses. We were happy with our find but started to get freaked out that we were in a car that wasn't ours, so we hurriedly got out, hopped back in our car, and continued on to Port Costa. Above is us with our prized sun glasses.

We pulled into Port Costa at about 2:45pm and cruised around the town. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to see being that the town consisted of 3 streets. We immediately found ourselves at the end of the town facing the Suisan Bay. We noticed a large yellow building with shops below on the left and a post office and a gray building on the right. The yellow building was the Burlington hotel, which we later found out had quite an interesting past, and the gray building was the Warehouse Cafe and Bar, which was probably the most interesting piece of this tiny town. We walked out to the tracks and walked to the shore, checking out the town.

Above is Philly looking at the Suisan Bay. In the above picture, the town would be to the left. After finding flattened pennies on the tracks, we walked back into town, looked in the windows of the Burlington and looked inside the small antique store closest to the water. A sign on the door read "If you see something you like, call this number: XXX-XXX-XXXX, and we'll be right over." Interestingly enough, the bar across the street owned this store as well as the Burlington Hotel. So, we walked over to what seemed like the only open place in the town: the famous Warehouse Cafe and Bar.