In July 1946, when Nancy was sixteen and fresh out of her sophomore year at St. Paul School, the family embarked on an epic cross-country journey to California. This wasn't just a vacation — it was a grand American road trip through the postwar West, complete with natural wonders, big-city sophistication, and the kind of experiences that defined the optimistic spirit of mid-1940s America.
The adventure began in Colorado, where they visited the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs — those stunning red rock formations that rise dramatically against the backdrop of Pikes Peak. Then it was on to Rocky Mountain National Park, where Louis, Dorothy, Nancy, and young Mimi (age eleven) played in snowballs in July at high elevation, a magical experience that Nancy's photo album captured for posterity.
From the Rockies, the family headed west to San Francisco. They climbed Telegraph Hill (Louis and Dorothy returned there for a second photo — clearly a favorite spot), taking in the views of the bay before the famous Coit Tower was built. One evening, they experienced the exotic glamour of the Tonga Room at the Fairmont Hotel — a tiki-themed restaurant and bar that had just opened in 1945, complete with tropical rainstorms, floating bandstands, and elaborate Polynesian decor. It was peak 1940s sophistication.
No California trip would be complete without Yosemite National Park, and the family made the pilgrimage to see those towering granite cliffs and waterfalls. Then it was south along the coast to Los Angeles, where they stayed at the Chapman Park Hotel and spent time as a family group in Santa Monica. One evening stands out in Nancy's album: "an evening with R.E. Crane at Venice-on-the-Sea Amusement Park" — perhaps a family friend or business connection, but clearly someone important enough to merit a special notation.
The Venice Pier amusement park in 1946 was still in its glory days, with roller coasters, the famous "Race Thru the Clouds" ride, fun houses, and all the carnival atmosphere of the classic American boardwalk. It wouldn't survive much longer — by the 1950s, the pier began its decline — but in 1946, it was still a magical place where teenagers like Nancy could experience the thrill of the California coast.