I didn’t realize it until we passed the exit for the Schulz Museum on 101 this afternoon (though I mentioned that I thought we were in the neighborhood as we passed through Petaluma—remember the World Arm Wrestling Championships?), but Santa Rosa had the distinction of being Charles Schulz’s home for the last forty years of his life. This is where he built the famous ice rink; where his studio was; where grateful residents erected a statue to Schulz’s memory of his most famous creations; and where the museum honors his memory. There’s even a Snoopy Labyrinth.
Maybe we can squeeze in a visit in the morning before we return to the wine tastings…