In California, a lot more effort is required to visit a prisoner who is on death row versus visiting someone in a county jail.
When Daniel Wozniak was in the Orange County Jail, there were rules and regulations that had to be followed to visit. Daniel had to put me on his “visitors list.” During the visit, I needed to put my possessions in a locker, go through a basic metal detector, etc. My visits with Daniel at County were non-contact visits, but the contact-visit people went through the exact same process I did.
Getting Into San Quentin (Without Committing A Crime)
San Quentin State Prison is a completely different animal. Just north of San Francisco, San Quentin is the oldest prison in California (opened in 1852), and it’s the only one to house a death row for men. Prison is much more intimidating than jail, and there are so many steps necessary to visit an inmate.
Long before I could actually visit Daniel at his new home, I had to be approved by the prison. The inmate needs to request a visiting form, and then he mails it to the visitor. Daniel sent me the form, I filled it out, and mailed it to the sergeant in charge of visiting. After about a month (the normal waiting period), Daniel was informed I’d gotten the A-OK, and it was his job to pass that information on to me.
Once a visitor is approved, an appointment needs to be made. In the OC Jail, visits were granted on a first come, first served basis. On visiting days, an inmate was allowed only one visiting session a day. I often saw people being turned away by the deputies because someone else had beaten them to the punch.
There was no fear of that happening at San Quentin. I needed to make an appointment. Normally appointments are done by telephone, with assigned days and times to call and reserve for the upcoming weekend. However, since I live in Orange County, which is a six to eight-hour drive from San Quentin, I wanted to set up an appointment farther in advance.
For that, the visitor can make a visiting request by mail, if it is done at least one month ahead. Include a self-addressed stamped envelope if you’d like a direct reply, otherwise the sergeant will inform the inmate that an appointment has been scheduled.
I first learned about San Quentin being on lockdown a couple of weeks ago because I was added to a visitor’s mailing list when my request was accepted.
I was approved for extended visits on both days I’d requested. I was scheduled from 9 am – 2 pm, on Feb 10th and 11th.
I booked a hotel in the city of San Rafael, which is about five miles from San Quentin State Prison. No surprise – the hotel did not list San Quentin in the local attractions section on its website. “We have a pool, a weight room, and we’re just a hop, skip and a jump from California’s death row.” Conveniently, I have some very close friends who live in the San Francisco area, so I made plans for my non-death row time as well.
Before I could pack my suitcase, I needed to learn a completely different set of rules from the ones for visitors to county jail. The restrictions on clothing were much more stringent. This is from the CDCR’s 28-page guide booklet for visitors:
At least the restrictions about color were limited to clothing and not hair, because I was sporting an array of all the Barbie furniture hues at that time. Phew!
For this first visit, I decided to drive from Orange County instead of flying. I wanted to have control over as much as possible. I might not be allowed to wear chambray blue or shower shoes, but I can make sure I don’t have to deal with a cancelled flight or lost luggage, and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting a cab or an Uber to get me to the prison on time.
Obviously, I had some concerns that I would somehow, some way, mess things up. I didn’t want to be denied the visit after all this preparation. I was also really looking forward to seeing Daniel again, and I know he felt the same way about seeing me. This was going to be our first unrecorded conversation.
I figured I’d drive up a day early so I could do a practice run and make sure I would be able to find San Quentin from my hotel. Anyone who knows me would not put it past me to get lost, even though the prison was less than six miles away. Daniel told me his mom got all twisted around when she’d visited him the first time. He couldn’t understand how that was possible, since the prison, which occupies 275 acres on Point San Quentin, juts right out into North San Francisco Bay. “How can you miss the place?” he asked me on the telephone.
I’ll tell you how.
Your car’s navigation system just drops you onto a little tree lined road and says, “You’ve arrived at your destination.”
There were little blue and yellow and white beach cottages along the road and I was reminded of trips to Catalina Island. I was not at my destination. I couldn’t even see the prison from that spot.
At least I knew to head towards the water. I started to see the prison peeking through the trees, but I had no idea how to get to it, and find its “front door.”
I ended up on E. Sir Frances Drake Blvd, where I, too, felt like I was attempting to circumnavigate a large land mass. I finally found a small road that went downhill into the prison. Admittedly, I was pretty sure this wasn’t the main entrance, but at that point it was the only entrance I could see.
The guard, who stood in front of a guard shack to my right, opened the gate for me. I couldn’t exactly tell if he wanted me to stop or not, but I figured I’d better ere on the side of safety. I needed directions anyway, so I rolled down my passenger side window and asked if this was the correct entrance for visiting.
“Who are you visiting?” He wasn’t hiding his irritation.
“A prisoner. A death row prisoner. Umm, not today though. Tomorrow. Today I’m doing a practice run, so I know where to go tomorrow. Is this where I go?”
“No. You need to turn your car around.”
I pointed to an open area just inside the gate. “Can I just pull in there and flip around?” My car is not small and I am not tall. At this point, there were other vehicles lined up behind me, including a UPS truck.
“OK. Sorry.” I proceeded to do a fifteen-point turn to get my car heading back to Frances Drake.
I ended up driving kind of alongside the prison looking for another entrance road. Somehow, I ended up missing the surprisingly small sign marking the turn I needed to take.
That’s when I got stuck driving across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge. The sky was clear and blue. It had rained the day before, but now the sun was out. It was a lovely scenic view… That’s what I told myself to keep from feeling like an idiot.
It wasn’t until I headed back across the bridge that I finally got a full view of the prison in all its glory. The place is huge and menacing. Photographs don’t do it justice. I can’t imagine being driven through its gates and knowing it would be your home for the rest of your life.
When I got back on the prison side of the bridge, the sign to turn was more clearly marked (or I knew to where to look this time).
I drove slowly through this residential area for a couple of blocks. I knew the property around there had to be super expensive. Waterfront views in the San Francisco area to not go cheap. A small three-bedroom house can easily fetch over a million dollars according to local real estate websites.
I finally got to the very end of the cul-de-sac, and there was the prison, The largest piece of real estate in the neighborhood. In 2009, there was even a proposal that the state should sell San Quentin and re-build the prison on property that didn’t have an ocean view. That didn’t happen.
This wasn’t an official visiting day, but there were still a number of cars in the visitor parking lot. It was the first of three large lots, but the only one you could enter without going through a guarded and gated checkpoint first. The white wooden guard shack was weathered, but no less intimidating. I carefully drove down the steep narrow road entering the lot and parked my car.
I walked halfway back up the road and looked at the wooden building that had a small “visitor entrance” sign over the door, that was probably hung up in 1972, and not touched since. The place was grungy and deserted. A puddle of water on the cement floor told me the roof probably leaked during the most recent storms. I didn’t want to imagine an alternative scenario that would cause a floor puddle.
On the right side of the narrow interior was a wall of beat up blue metal lockers. Who knew the visiting area at the Orange County Jail could look so clean and modern by comparison? County had plenty of plastic molded chairs for the waiting visitors. San Quentin had a couple of old benches.
I spent some time looking around and snapping pictures of the numerous informational bulletins hung all over the wall. Many of the signs re-iterated the clothing and other visitor rules I’d seen online. If the guards deem your clothing to be unacceptable, you can borrow some used clothing they have available for such a circumstance. It reminded me of how my son’s middle school has a similar policy when kids forget their PE clothes. The loaner PE clothes are pink.
There was a locked door heading into an office check point and metal detector. I figured I had the gist of the place, and I was glad I’d made this practice excursion. It made me feel less stressed about coming back the next morning.
Ye Olde Prison Gift Shoppe
On my way out of the parking lot, I saw a small wooden sign shaped like a pointing hand hanging outside a building just in front of the main prison gates. It said “Hobby Gift Store.”
I parked my car alongside the road next to a one-hour parking sign. I had to check it out. A San Quentin gift store was the kind of thing that would have grabbed my attention long before meeting Daniel.
Unfortunately, the store was closed, but I could see inside the front window. The store was a place to sell crafts and art work made by the inmates in classes. (Daniel later told me there is a long waiting list to get into those classes. They are very popular).
I took a couple more pictures before a guard came around from the gate and suspiciously asked me if I needed help. Once again, I explained that I was taking a test run for my visit the next day. I guess I could have said I’m a writer working on a book. That’s true, too.
I decided it was time to get out of there for now. I was going to be spending enough time around the place that weekend. I took a deep breath of fresh air and headed back to the hotel to get some writing done. Along the way, I stopped at the Redwood Café and got a grilled cheese sandwich and a café latte to go.
25 thoughts on “If You’re Going To San Quentin, Be Sure Not To Wear Anything In Your Hair (Part One: Prep)”
Wow! What an adventure all that must have been for you. I can’t begin to imagine how intimidating it must be to try and sort out what you should or shouldn’t do, say, wear, or be in the shadow of such a foreboding and intensely menacing place. Your fabulous writing has, once again, captured the essence of the entire experience of a first-time visit to an institution whose history in addition to its current heinous population can’t help but to spark some level of repugnant awe and a sort of dark, sinister reverence. I’ll be looking forward to how you present what you faced once inside. If Daniel isn’t familiar with an organization called Lifespark please suggest he look into it. It’s just the right thing for an optimist on death row!
What a nice comment! I’ll be working on part two (the visit) soon.
You get locked in a cage with your inmate. It’s very different from county jail.
I’ll tell Daniel about the organization. Thank you for reading.
Very interesting blog, keep up the good work!
I appreciate the comment :)
Love reading your entries. You write so well. Your quirky personality and interest in all this reminds me of something I would do. I’ve always been fascinated by this stuff too.
I’m glad I’m not the only one!
Do you watch the ID Network? I’m waiting for Daniel’s crime to show up on “Fear Thy Neighbor.”
Thank you for the comment! :)
I just saw his story on ID Investigation and I was like WOW..Nice looking guy threw his life away for 62k that’s no money but I guess it is when you’re broke and wants to get married… Hey whatever happened to Ms Buffet???
Rachel’s trial is scheduled for September.
Keep in mind, Daniel has explained to me how he ended up where he is, and his reasons (in spite of what he said in his “confession”) were not about money. You’ll have to wait for my book to find out what he’s shared with me.
Nonetheless, two people are dead. Daniel ruined his life. There’s no doubt about that. But it’s the lives of Sam Herr and Julie Kibuishi that really matter here. I hope that Daniel’s incarceration gives some peace to their families.
I have been reading your blog ever since I found out about all of this. I went to Newcomb with daniel and he sat in front of me in Mrs. Stelle’s class. I doubt that he’s remember me. But I am deeply saddened by all of this. I am so sad for the family of the people he killed and I’m sad for Daniel’s family. So many times you look on FB and see So-and-So and see that they had a kid, got married, got a new job, got a PhD…..and feel a sense of pride that you knew this person, you went to school with them, and are glad that they are doing well. Reading about Daniel has left a deep impact on me. What went wrong? I remember him as a tall, lanky dark haired boy in 6th grade who was a loveable goober. I hope and pray for healing, repentance, forgiveness and justice. I hope that he is doing well (as well as can be expected). Again, I doubt he will remember me, but tell him hello.
Thank you so much for your comment. I will tell him hello. He has a pretty good memory, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he did remember you.
I have been reading your blog for a while… I would honestly like to talk to Daniel. Why? Um…. I’m not honestly sure how to answer that. I know the guy could use a friend. I am not making any claims to be a death row friend. I am a Veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan. I am not happy at all about him killing one of my Brothers. I’ve shot people too though, and afterwards you just kind of sit there and scratch your head and introvert. Difference is I did it at war, not before I went to work. I don’t want to pick his brain or ask him what/when/why. I mean, eventually I would like to know that, but thats not why I want to talk to him. I would just like to say hey. He sounds like a really nice guy that just made horrible choices, and he will pay for them with his life. I don’t know if I need his permission to mail or anything, but if you could let him know… And frankly I don’t even know if he wants to talk to a stranger or not. Ask him for me please?
Feel free to write him. I think he would appreciate hearing from you, especially with your life experience. You don’t need permission to write.
“Nice guy” and “horrible choices” truley sum him up.
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
He tries to reply to every letter he recieves; unless it’s just hate mail or anyone besides me who wants to write a book about him.
Cannot wait for part two. Btw, did you get to take one of those ‘cheesy photos’ with him; with the palm tree background… or maybe it’s a waterfall?
Thanks Mel! Part two just arrived. I thought I could write the whole visit in two posts, but there is just too much to cover.
YES – We took three pictures together. You’ll notice there was no background at all. Kind of a bummer. I wanted the waterfall. Oh well. These give you guys a lot better idea of the surroundings.
You wrote that Rachel Buffett was due to appear in court on March 17 2017. Did she appear there? I found no mention of it on the Web.
I couldn’t make it to the March 17 hearing unfortunately, but my Google alert sent me a link to the OC Register’s coverage.
Rachel is actually going to trial. No deals made. The date is set for Sept. 18. I have strong feeling she will testify. How else can she explain lying to the police? And what else might come out if she does?
I honestly believe Ms Buffet knew what he did and WOW this happen awhile ago and she’s still going to court…If she knew I hope she pays for it behind bars… I really enjoy reading your blog…
Thank you so much.
It is interesting that Rachel didn’t agree to a plea bargain, isn’t it?
I hope anyone who was involved in the murders of Sam and Julie pay for what they did.
ditto what carrie and abouadil said. you are a great writer. i have to force myself not to check back for updates for ages so i don’t feel disappointed to not find a new post.
in fact i think i’m almost due a do-over – i can’t wait to hear about rachel’s court appearances too – i wonder what will come out…too put it mildly, girl’s got some ‘splainin’ to do!
please – keem ’em comin’!!!!!
(from australia here :) )
Thank you so much! I wish I had more time to dedicate to writing. But there’s a husband and children and dogs (Oh my).
After I’m finished with the San Quentin visiting series (which sounds like the scariest YA novel series ever), I have a long letter to share with you all from Daniel directly.
I had a kid responsibility that came up on March 17th (and I was not drinking green beer as God intended), so I couldn’t make it to her last hearing. But the OC Register was there and it looks like Rachel is actually going to trial. The date is set for September 18th.
I look forward to hearing what she has to say. Daniel has told me a lot about her. ;)
Thank you for writing I find myself hooked on ID Investigation and I’ve seen hella stories.. Your amazing and have nerves of steel.. Looking in the face of a killer… Kudos too you…
I wasn’t scared of Daniel at all, but I was glad the place was well guarded. It is a strange feeling knowing your surrounded by a bunch of murderers. Of course, they were all having visits as well, so obviously their friends and family members are not afraid of them either.
You are right about that above all their still human beings who’ve made mistakes..Thank You for getting back to me have a pleasant day and can’t wait to read your book…
Thanks Leslie :)
He “made a mistake”?
Driving after drinking is a mistake. Shoplifting is a mistake. KILLING two people is not a mistake. The killings shows intent, calculation and utter depravity.