We had a really nice time with our family and some new friends we made while at our daughter’s house. She and her family have done an excellent job of coming back from the devastation of the fire and have picked up their lives and moved on. They have a strong faith and now know more than most of us, just how unimportant material things are to happiness. Although, I think my Grandson James is still clinging to his Airsoft shooting guns for happiness as tightly as before the fire.

James shooting his new sniper airsoft rifle he got for his birthday
There were a few things we had to get accustomed to while we were staying in Oxnard with our family. If you are in Florida, you will find this hard to believe, but they can leave their windows and doors open, day or night, because there are no bugs to speak of. If we did that in Florida, the people would have to move out and leave the house to the bugs. The other things that was so different was barking night and day. But this barking was not dogs, but seals and sea lions in the harbor right across the street. ALL NIGHT.

We left on Saturday morning and stopped in Solvang, about 2 hours north of Oxnard. This is a delightful little town whose name means “sunny field” was founded in 1911 by 3 Danish immigrants. To this day, it retains its Danish flavor with all things “Denmark” including candy, bakeries, shoes, clocks, and shops of all kinds. Walking through this town was truly a different experience. We had a wonderful lunch with fresh sourdough bread from one of the bakeries and fresh vegetables from the area. This central part of California is where much of the agriculture in the State comes from.


Stores in Solvang

Lunch in Solvang

Windmill added some charm to the town of Solvang
We didn’t leave until we had found a candy shop that made their own Polkagris which is a Swedish stick candy originating in 1859 that is the basis for our candy canes of today. Unfortunately, what has evolved is not nearly as good as the original and of course we didn’t leave without having some for the road.
We stopped in Santa Maria known for its BBQ Tri Tips and pinquito beans. Like all foods, it depends who makes it and I guess we picked the wrong place. We also tried to go to Pismo Beach and so did everyone else in California. We decided to postpone that stop for when we leave on Monday morning. The beach is no place to go on a weekend in California.
There was a huge accident on the Pacific Coast Highway, which is how you get up the coast, so we stopped in Arroyo Grande instead. This quaint little town is known for its swinging bridge built in 1875 suspended over the Arroyo Grande Creek with a weight limit of 5 people. Believe it or not, it is still in service as well as still swinging.

Swinging bridge over Arroyo Grande Creek


Garden along the street in Arroyo Grande


It has been 50 years since I did any serious horseback riding and, truthfully, I was a little apprehensive about getting back in the saddle at all, much less down into a deep canyon. But Jim had done it back in the 1980s and wanted to do it again so why not.
I could watch Jim continually have to kick Buckets and encourage him to keep up, while I was trying to keep Blaze at a distance so he wouldn’t bite or kick anyone. We started down the trail into the base of the canyon and the wrangler said they are trained to walk the edge of the trail but don’t panic because none of the animals are suicidal. Every time we got incredibly close to the edge I just repeat, “your not suicidal remember”, which got me down with only sweaty palms. About half way down, Buckets had to relieve himself again and came to a full stop. The wrangler behind me told Jim to get him moving again because he just went and was just wasting time. Well OK!















While we were in the park, we’ve seen lots of elk, a few wild horses, lots of squirrels and a mule deer. We’ve been told that during this dry time, the rangers put out buckets of water for the animals. One of the birds that seem to be in abundance is the Raven. They look and sound like black crows but they are the size of a small cat. Evidently, they are considered very intelligent and can open a zipper on a backpack faster than you can shoo them away.












The good thing was he temperature was very pleasant, but still, how would you like to watch this for 7 1/2 hours?





The grounds of the Silos was wall-to-wall people so we opted for the tour hoping the crowd would thin by the time we got back.
























No one was willing to even stick a hand down to pick it up with this guy swimming close by and not knowing what else was just under the walkway. Before returning to the ship we stopped to get something to drink and Jim found this Kodak spot that reminded him of a commercial you see on TV.




This place is definitely a Disney want-to-be. It is beautiful and home to many species of plants and animals with no restrictions on their comings and goings. As we walked by this huge yellow and green plant, it reminded me of something I had seen before. When I asked our guide, he informed me it was a spider plant, but its U.S. cousin must not grow this big.
The highlight was the monkeys, who we were warned, had total control if you chose to let them sit on your shoulder. If they take your hat or glasses, they then belong to the monkey. Do not try to touch them or pet them. But no one said anything about them going to the bathroom and both Kerry and Debbie learned that lesson the hard way.
