I had forgotten how beautiful this country is from 35,000 feet. Especially the southwest, which is all reds and oranges and purples. I could see wind farms over Arizona, parts of the Grand Canyon, and once we got to the mountains in California, we could see a forest fire and a plane dropping that red flame-retardant stuff. Beside the fear of falling out of the sky in a fiery ball, flying is cool.
After we got our bags, Mom, Dad, my brother Zach and I loaded up the rental and headed north up to Santa Barbara. A beautiful coastal town that has Mom's Alma mater, UCSB. The drive through LA brought back memories of living in that city. Ick. I hated it there.
This is the cute little motel we stayed at. Once again I felt like we had been transported back in time. It screamed early 60s surfer to me. I had the pleasure of sharing a room with Mom and Dad, while Zach took off to stay with Tom, a good friend of his from high school that has taken up residence with his lovely wife in this little town. I spent two relatively sleepless nights listening to my parents snoring, and woke up with a backache after lying on that crappy mattress. Yeah, so, motel not so cute after that.
We then decided to take a walk along the beach, which is very different than Hermosa, with lots of beach side condos, and a pier that is huge, and hard to find your way off of when you don't know where you're going. This was obviously a wealthier looking area, although I'm sure any place within the beach communities is crazy expensive.
More of those dry but beautiful California mountains
The art fair in Santa Barbara and Dad, showing off my excellent picture taking skills (yes, that's my finger there at the bottom).
The local flavor at the Visalia Brewing Company.
Grandma and Grandpa Kissack in olden times. Cool picture, but they don't look too happy, do they? Maybe it was taken by one of those cameras where you have to sit there forever before the picture is taken. I, of course, forgot to ask.
I had forgotten you can get your booze at the grocery store in California. One of the few reasons to consider living there.