The first leg on our roadtrip to see the swallows return to San Juan Capistrano involved driving down the length of California’s Central Valley. You probably don’t know the Central Valley, even if you’ve travelled to California. Maybe not even if you live in California. The Central Valley is the Rodney Dangerfield of California. People sight-see down the Pacific Coast. Or they rush over to see the Sierra Nevadas and other mountain ranges that mark California’s eastern border. But it seems no one really goes to the Central Valley unless they are growing produce or transporting produce. Well, someone has to be going to the Central Valley, since it’s experiencing the fastest population growth of any part of California. But just try and find a guidebook that covers the sights in this area that’s as large as Tennessee. I tell ya. No respect.

That big long green spot surrounded by mountains. That's the Central Valley. Think of an area the size of Tennessee.
Having been down the coast and visited the mountains, Mom and I decided that, on this trip, we’d correct that oversight and give the Central Valley a little tourist love. We’re glad we did. You don’t really need a tourist guidebook for the Central Valley. The thing is just to see it, traverse it and marvel at how huge it is and how many billions of tons of stuff is grown here.
Let me just run some stats by you:
- The Central Valley is one of the world’s most productive agricultural regions. On less than 1 percent of the total farmland in the United States, the Central Valley produces 8 percent of the nation’s agricultural output by value.
- Its agricultural productivity relies on irrigation from both surface water diversions and groundwater pumping from wells. About one-sixth of the irrigated land in the U.S. is in the Central Valley.
- Virtually all non-tropical crops are grown in the Central Valley, which is the primary source for a number of food products throughout the United States, including tomatoes, almonds, grapes, cotton, apricots, and asparagus.
- Four of the top five counties in agricultural sales in the U.S. are in the Central Valley.
That’s not even talking about the Natural Gas and oil fields out here. But let’s get back to that water. The upper part of the Central Valley, the Sacramento Valley, gets about 20 inches of rain a year. The lower part, the San Joaquin, is very dry, even desert in some places. So who’s watering all those crops and how?
We were just asking ourselves that when we stumbled over the California Aqueduct.

To show how huge this canal is, note the large barn to the right. Now get your head around the fact that this aqueduct runs 443 miles, the length of the Central Valley.
We Northern Californians are always complaining that Southern California steals all our water. Well, this is how it’s done. With The Mother of All Canals. And they’re proud of it. They even have a rest stop museum devoted to telling the story.

At Pyramid Lake (made from OUR water) a helpful, interactive diorama explains (with a breathlessly enthusiastic canned narration) the wonders of diverting it.

There is loads of our water in Pyramid Lake. And Angelinos are also getting hydroelectric power from our it.
After leaving our water to run underground in pipes to Los Angeles, we travelled upward into the San Gabriel Mountains and the Los Padres National Forest (which didn’t seem to have any trees in it bigger than sagebrush). Then through the Sepulveda Pass and, next thing you know, we’re cruising the Santa Monica Freeway, turning onto Sunset Boulevard and heading into the famous Hotel Bel-Air.
This is the luxury leg of our tour. Believe me, it’s going to go downmarket fast from here. But anyway, despite the fact that the Hotel Bel-Air is supposed to be where all the multi-million dollar deals are made and all the stars go for romantic get-aways, we were there for the gardens. The Hotel Bel-Air sits on 12 acres of beautifully manicured acres. So as soon as we could after checking in, we grabbed our cameras and headed out to photograph the spring flowers, the swan lake and the herb garden.
Just as I set up my tripod and focussed in on a Hydrangea, a harsh German voice called out, “Vee haf to interrupt dis photoing.” (Apparently, the Hotel Bel-Air is such a luxury hotel, with such an incredible level of efficiency in service that only German staff will do.) And Herman the German barked out, “Dere are guests who do NOT vant to be photographed.” Then he saw my room key dangling from my wrist. “Oh, you are a guest here?”
Let me digress and tell you that the worst thing you can assume about a Northern Californian is that we are typical starstruck tourists. We see Hollywood stars all the time in San Francisco. We’re not impressed. In fact, more often than not, we’re annoyed. Julia Roberts once tried to cut in line in front of me at my local coffee shop. The nerve. I haven’t paid a dime for one of her movies since. I wait for them to hit cable.
Luckily Mom, who has a habit of starting long friendly conversations with complete strangers, started telling Herman about her bad knees. That saved me from blurting out what I was going to say:
“Listen, Hans! I know your clientele thinks they are excruciatingly famous and fascinating. But I’m here for the flowers. And I’m wondering where you got the water for all these out-of-season flowers and water features. Just like AIG is being called to task for misusing bailout money, you water-stealing Angelinos are going to have to answer for that Aqueduct.”
But, again, confrontation averted. Thanks, Mom.
Then we spent a very pleasant evening in the Piano Bar, finishing dinner with a chocolate mousse with Creme Anglais. Which was probably more calories than all of female Hollywood had eaten this week.
But I bet they’d all watered their lawns lavishly. Or had the staff do it.
To end, a few scenes from today’s adventure:

There are mostly truckstops and fast food on I-5 through the Central Valley. But you can also find great farmstands like this.

Jose steered us to the best fresh and dried fruits. You can even buy his products at www.usaproduce.net

Here's Old Paint in front of the Frosty King in Buttonwillow, Gateway to California Cotton Country (according to the signs). Great taquitos and hotdogs!

The Hotel Bel-Air is so discreet, it's hidden behind acres of lush gardens -- nurtured with our Northern California water!

And it's so luxurious, this is how they package the cable for DSL access.
For more pictures and more details on Day One of the “Get Religion Tour”, click here.
I’m lovin’ this trip. Old Paint looks like an easy keeper and well behaved. Drive safe and keep on postin’.
what an exciting trip! Can’t believe you’re doing it in the Pious though, I would have lent you a proper American car.
I get to comment after Stephen, woo-hoo! This is starting out to be quite the interesting voyage already! So much to comment on. Rodney Dangerfield – one of my all time faves, water stealing, an irate German (already have one of those here-thank you very much), and your mom sounds simply charming! How ’bout that DSL cable made all purdy??? Looking forward to more posts.
carma
hello. I am a reporter looking for people heading to sjc for the swallows. if you’re available to chat, i’m at paloma.esquivel@latimes.com. Thank you,
I haven’t gotten much seat time in Priuses (Priora?), but they’re fairly decent road cars, if not exactly scintillating handlers – I blame the low-rolling-resistance tires – and there’s that whole let’s-not-burn-so-much-gas thing, which has charms of its own. Yeah, I suppose I’d rather go through the Valley with my big honking V-6, but 30 mpg is about the best I can expect; you have to seriously abuse a Prius to get as little as 30.
Disclosure: I moved to Southern California in 1988, and decided rather quickly that the Rube Goldberg system of getting water to L.A. was unsupportable over long periods of time. (As it happened, keeping me in L.A. was unsupportable over long periods of time, but that’s another story.)
Welcome to the Central Valley. I was interested in your reporting on the water situation. It sure is a heated political power topic. What are your thoughts on splitting the state down the middle from top to bottom and creating west and east Californias? The water demands would never allow it.
Did you know that San Francisco gets its water from Hetch Hetchy? You must.
Hey, I kid Southern California, but with love. I just wish, since we in the North have all the water, they were as environmentally and drought conscious as we are. During the last big drought, when we in SF were carrying dirty bathwater out to water our plants, my friend in LA was complaining because rationing meant he could only hose off his driveway ONCE A WEEK.
But we’ll keep it together. California is stronger with North and South.
I was thinking about your water comments today as I walked around the pond at work (I am in the water business.). California is really 3 different mind sets: Northern, Southern, Central. Do you really think that water is being stolen from Northern California? It seems that Northern California would see the value in the water and construct a reliable system to transport the supply at a price to entities to the South.
It’s a very hot political topic; and, at times, very dangerous.
Nonetheless, I enjoy reading about your adventures and hope you enjoy your time at the bottom of the state. Let me know if you would like any travel tips regarding the Southern San Joaquin Valley (Kern County).
I’m enjoying your tour. I’m in southern California, and now you’ve got me feeling guilty for my wasteful sprinklers!
The Bel-Air is lovely – I’ve only been there once, but it is quite like finding a secret paradise.
I haven’t been to the Getty in a long time – you’ve reminded me that it’s time to go back.