Gonna take back one thing we said earlier about Whittier. The fog lifted briefly yesterday revealing it's even MORE spectacular than we thought. It's surrounded by steep, lush mountains in EVERY direction, including across the narrow inlet of water our boat came in on.
Also, Whittier has an appreciation for high culture. They have, for example, a creek in town named after the great master of the English language, the Bard of Stratford-on-Avon, the man who revolutionized live theater. That's right: Shakespeare Creek.
And here's another point for Whittier: While waiting for our 6 pm train, we took a little hike in the rain, then had a remarkable lunch at a place called, aptly enough, The Inn at Whittier. It turned out the Inn at Whittier has gourmet dining. We split an extremely flavorful clam chowder and -- the coup de gras -- The Inn's completely unforgettable Woodshed Whittier Burger. This is no ground-up leftover cow-parts sandwich. Instead, it's made from a "custom ground combination of short rib and pulled pork brisket."
So let's stop the hating on Whittier. It's gotten a bad rap.
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