Fly 'n Things

“Cherokee 456, do you have Watsonville information?”
“Negative,” I responded.
“Report back when you do,” said the NORCAL approach controller.   

It was sunny, clear and beautiful where we were at 8,000 feet with breathtaking views of lush green hills, blue skies and the ocean in the distance.  I am not supposed to allude to seeing any of those as, theoretically, I was under the hood flying under simulated instrument conditions.