Here's another shot of the entrance area:
One of the most fun things that we do when we are camping is sitting around the camp fire, just the two of us chatting about everything and about nothing. Below are two pictures of Sandy sitting around our campfire. Around our campfire, we have solved all of the world's problems. Now if we could only get that dunce Obama to listen to us . . . but of course, he's too busy celebrating "Cinco de Quatro" whatever that is!
Okay, so I have gained a little weight over the course of the summer. I'm working at taking it back off. I guess I'm not slimming down quickly enough, as I completely destroyed one of our chairs on this trip. Here's a pic of what my fat butt did to the chair:
Here's a picture of my beautiful bride, relaxing outside next to Boldlygo:
On one of our nights there, Flying Flags put on an old fashioned hay ride. Below is a picture of farmer John towing the hay ride trailer:
Wow, that was exciting. I'm having a hard time catching my breath just thinking about that hay ride stuff. Ol' farmer John (that's probably not his real name - I'm guessing his name was Dufus or something like that) really had the pedal to the metal. He came roaring past our campsite at 2 or 3 miles per hour. Dadgum kids!!! Slow down, there's people trying to relax here!! Geez . . . Of course, we did some sight seeing while we were in the Santa Inez valley (where Buellton is located). Along the road to Solvang, there is a nice nursery. Of course, they sell plants and junk like that, but they also sell JUNK and junk like that. Here's a picture of me standing behind some of the junk. The junk I'm standing behind was like 2500 dollars or something like that. For that price, they can KEEP THEIR JUNK!!
Speaking of junk, there's at least one "antique" dealer in the county that not only has a sense of humor, he's also HONEST. We spotted the sign below at the above mentioned nursery. In case you can't quite read what is on the sign, it says "We buy Junk and Sell Antiques". Mmmm Hmmm . . . one man's junk is another man's . . . treasure? Nope, it's still junk to me. However, Sandy likes it and is prone to dragging as much of it home as she can!!
For the first time, we stopped by the little town of Ballard. Ballard is just a stone's throw from Los Olivos. There's really not much there, but we did spot this little gem. This school house has been continually used (as a school house) since 1882. To put that into perspective, 1882 was the year that Wyatt Earp and his brothers had the shootout at the OK Corral (you just knew I would work a reference to Tombstone in here some place, didn't you?). Anyhow, this was a very cool find.
Below is pictured a little market in the town of Orcutt, which appears to actually be a part of Santa Maria. Regardless, this very much has a tiny town feel. We had a very nice lunch at a Mexican restaurant and then went to the place pictured below. It is actually a food market and an antique store. Interesting, huh? The meat looked terrible, but we did end up purchasing a parlor stove while here. It is Sandy's birthday present . . . only a month and a half early :-)
All of the time that we were in the valley, there was a huge fire to the north of us. On our way to Orcutt, we actually saw the flames on a ridge next to the freeway. This picture was taken from about a quarter mile away from the flames.
Now, it turns out that this fire was started by illegal alien pot farmers. According to the news reports, the illegal aliens (sorry, I guess I'm supposed to write undocumented immigrants - what a bunch of horse puckey) have camp fires and such. One apparently got out of hand and started a brush fire. Or, is that a weed fire? Regardless, the tonks sat around for a while just sucking up the smoke from the fire. When the fire hit the surrounding chapparal, they all said "oh wow man, que paso?" That's when the firemen had to step in. NO, I do not believe that pot should be made legal in Kalifornia. I realize that having it illegal doesn't do any good (please reference the ILLEGAL aliens), but it sure makes me feel better to know that the fellow working on my car has been smoking a cigarette and not a joint. Anyhow, this fire spewed huge amounts of ash in the air. It was all over the truck as is evidenced in the picture below. Doesn't our truck have a nice ash?
So anyhow, we had a GREAT time in Buellton. On our last morning there, we went to eat at Mother Hubbards, which is located on Avenue of the Flags. We both highly recommend this place. Tell 'em howdy for us!!
Speaking of junk, there's at least one "antique" dealer in the county that not only has a sense of humor, he's also HONEST. We spotted the sign below at the above mentioned nursery. In case you can't quite read what is on the sign, it says "We buy Junk and Sell Antiques". Mmmm Hmmm . . . one man's junk is another man's . . . treasure? Nope, it's still junk to me. However, Sandy likes it and is prone to dragging as much of it home as she can!!
For the first time, we stopped by the little town of Ballard. Ballard is just a stone's throw from Los Olivos. There's really not much there, but we did spot this little gem. This school house has been continually used (as a school house) since 1882. To put that into perspective, 1882 was the year that Wyatt Earp and his brothers had the shootout at the OK Corral (you just knew I would work a reference to Tombstone in here some place, didn't you?). Anyhow, this was a very cool find.
Below is pictured a little market in the town of Orcutt, which appears to actually be a part of Santa Maria. Regardless, this very much has a tiny town feel. We had a very nice lunch at a Mexican restaurant and then went to the place pictured below. It is actually a food market and an antique store. Interesting, huh? The meat looked terrible, but we did end up purchasing a parlor stove while here. It is Sandy's birthday present . . . only a month and a half early :-)
All of the time that we were in the valley, there was a huge fire to the north of us. On our way to Orcutt, we actually saw the flames on a ridge next to the freeway. This picture was taken from about a quarter mile away from the flames.
Now, it turns out that this fire was started by illegal alien pot farmers. According to the news reports, the illegal aliens (sorry, I guess I'm supposed to write undocumented immigrants - what a bunch of horse puckey) have camp fires and such. One apparently got out of hand and started a brush fire. Or, is that a weed fire? Regardless, the tonks sat around for a while just sucking up the smoke from the fire. When the fire hit the surrounding chapparal, they all said "oh wow man, que paso?" That's when the firemen had to step in. NO, I do not believe that pot should be made legal in Kalifornia. I realize that having it illegal doesn't do any good (please reference the ILLEGAL aliens), but it sure makes me feel better to know that the fellow working on my car has been smoking a cigarette and not a joint. Anyhow, this fire spewed huge amounts of ash in the air. It was all over the truck as is evidenced in the picture below. Doesn't our truck have a nice ash?
So anyhow, we had a GREAT time in Buellton. On our last morning there, we went to eat at Mother Hubbards, which is located on Avenue of the Flags. We both highly recommend this place. Tell 'em howdy for us!!