We’ve had lots of marine fog over the last two days, so it’s a lot less glamorous than my pics now. Last night to fill the gap between dinner and bed I decided to ‘get lost’ in the car - something I’ve been doing a lot of to get to know the area. But once I’d done “Coyote Road” and followed the sign to “West Mountain” (cos I knew I was East of home) my bottle began to give out as I was on a pitch dark winding mountainside road in the fog and I wasn’t sure where I was. After a few more twists I wasn’t even sure which way I was facing! Eventually I stopped the car and got out to look around. By then the fog was clear and I was there alone on a dark mountainside with a huge clear dome of stars and the sound of frogs/toads all around… it was great! I decided to turn around at the next opportunity as I’d been driving for about 10 minutes and the only thing I still knew was the way back. When the next opportunity came, there were street lights and there was a clear route down, off the mountainside, so I took that instead. And just as I was about to give in again, I found Mission Ridge Road, which is the road my road branches off. I seem to have the habit of giving up just before I get there, so I’m gong to turn up my intrepidness by 5% and see where that gets me! I was on a completely unknown part of Mission Ridge Road, but made a judgement about which way to drive on it, and wound up home without hitch!
I couldn’t quite make them all out in the dark, but I passed some pretty ostentatious properties. Santa Barbara is a kind of holiday home for LA’s glitterati, e.g. Wacko (Jackson, not Warner)… I had visions of accidentally straying up a driveway in the dark and my confusion, and getting shot by attack rottweilers with laser beam eyes or something.
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