Posts Tagged ‘Santa Barbara

11
Jun
10

Hendrys beach and Lake Cachuma

Hendrys Beach

Hendrys Beach

Dog walking along Hendrys beach was the order of the day yesterday morning. In fact dog walking seems to be all this beach is used for. After lunch I headed down to the marina. On Wednesday afternoons Santa Barbara Yacht Club runs a race known as Wet Wednesdays. I walked around the pontoons looking for a boat that needed crew. Most did not as the wind was light but eventually I was invited onto a J125. A beautiful boat with a good crew. The sea was flat and there was about 4 to 5 knots of wind. We didn’t break any records but it was a wonderful sight to see about 30 boats out.

Cereal Bowl

Cereal Bowl

One thing I like about America is that they continue to innovate. In the shower this morning I noticed that the plug hole had a little mesh thing to catch all the hairs but this little mesh thing was removable! – Brilliant! In L.A. I had seen a bike rack on the front of a bus and this morning I noticed yet another idea: a cereal bowl with an embedded straw. The idea is that you eat the cereal and then suck the milk up through the straw.

View over Santa Barbara

View over Santa Barbara

After breakfast I drove up to Lake Cachuma about 15 miles north west of Santa Barbara. The countryside around here is fantastic. Rolling hills, grass, oaks trees and numerous wild flowers. Then back east along winding roads up into the mountains. Amazing views over Santa Barbara and space to stop on bends which stick right out with steep drops. Many signs of the previous summer’s wild fires. Bushes burnt grey and black but new growth everywhere. Up here it is quiet. No traffic noise, just the sounds of the birds and the bees. In a landscape such as this one has a feeling for the land and I imagined the days before the freeways when a journey from Lake Cachuma to the sea might have taken several days.

By half past twelve I felt a little peckish and so set the GPS to the Cajun Kitchen and drove back to Santa Barbara for breakfast.

09
Jun
10

Santa Barbara

chalk painting

chalk painting

Arrived in Santa Barbara around lunch time on Sunday and was picked up by a friend from the station and taken straight to the Cajun Kitchen for breakfast. Excellent! Then back to her house for a sunday dinner with her family.

Rolly Pollies or Lice?

Rolly Pollies or Lice?

On Monday morning we took the dog for a walk along with her kids. The kids kept picking up little bugs which they called “rolly pollies” but which I insist are probably lice. The reader may judge for themselves by the photo I took. Later we stopped off at Santa Barbara Mission where a display of chalk paintings had just taken place. These were large images drawn in chalk on the ground and several were remarkable in their quality and detail. Surprisingly it was here that I noticed a group of gardeners vacuuming cacti.

I then wandered around Down Town Santa Barbara. State Street seems much the same. A mixture of bars, restaurants and shops. I walked along the coast to East Beach. When I first came to Santa Barbara in 1994 I would spend the mornings laying on the lawns by the sea near East beach reading a book. I now found myself wondering why there were no benches to sit on. A sign of my age no doubt.

The mist clearing over Santa Barbara

The mist clearing over Santa Barbara

I walked on the pier and stood watching the mountains just as the mist began to clear. Santa Barbara weather is amazing. In the mornings it is cool, misty and overcast. Then, in the space of a few minutes, the mist is blown away and a beautiful, hot and sunny days begins. As I loitered taking photographs I was asked by four separate groups of people to take their photo. They obviously spotted my inherent talent. Alternatively it may have been because there was nobody else around. Surprisingly two of the groups of people were British and we chatted about Heathrow, Hackney and America.

The mist clearing over Santa Barbara

The mist clearing over Santa Barbara

The entrepreneurial spirit of the American people is a cliché but I am often surprised at just how ubiquitous this can be. While walking back along the pier I noticed that some homeless guy had set up a game for passers by to flip a coin into a paper cup dangling from a stick. Several coins had already been thrown and I tossed a quarter his way.

I walked back up State Street past the old Schooner Inn. In 1994 I stayed here for about three months paying $15 a night. The shared bathrooms meant that after an evenings in the bars I would get up in the middle of the night dressed in only a sarong and wander the corridors in search of a bathroom. Inevitably I would forget my key and be forced down to the reception desk to get a spare. In one instance I was informed that I was “butt naked”. Sadly this excellent hotel has gone up market and has been renamed the Santa Barbara Hotel. They now want $200 a night and presumably the bathrooms are en suite and there is no need to wander the corridors late at night in search of somewhere to piss.

Opposite the Schooner used to be Kings Tavern and this has now been renamed the Old Kings Road London Pub and now has a Union Flag across the entrance. Joe’s cafe is still going strong but Mel’s Bar further up State Street has closed. I spent many a hot and happy evening whiling away the time in Mel’s and fondly recall singing New York, New York and Nessun Dorma at the top of my voice here. OK, so I did not know the words but tiresome details such as these were not important in a bar like Mel’s. As far as I am concerned the closure of Mel’s has taken the Bar out of Santa Barbara.

06
Jun
10

Los Angeles

Windows

Windows

As the aircraft descended into L.A. My left ear which had gone deaf as we lifted off from JFK became incredibly painful. The airline had no pain killers so I just sat and endured it and it eased off a little as we landed.

I was met by a friend and at LAX and we picked up some drugs at a shopping mall and ate some Vietnamese food before calling it a day.

On Friday I took it easy. My friend has a bedsit apartment downtown. It reminded me very much of the apartment occupied by Bruce Willis’ character in “The 5th Element” except that it was a little bigger and the shower did not rotate away into the wall and there was no drug addled lunatic outside with a blaster pistol.

The next day I walked to a restaurant and ate an American breakfast then returned to the apartment for an afternoon snooze. In New York I had done a lot of walking and I think that this and the cold had warned me out.

In the afternoon I strolled around and into the jewellery district. Downtown L.A. is all clean lines and wide roads. The trees were in blossom with some mauve flowers. In evening I met up with some friends at a restaurant named Pete’s Cafe and Bar on Main Street.

On Saturday I drove to UCLA to drop my friend off for a day’s studying while I went on to the Getty Centre. I entered and was immediately in a long car queue. After parking the car in a multi story car park and getting the elevator I found myself in an enormous queue. I had chosen some kind of family day and groups of tourists had descended on the place. However, the queue moved and pretty soon I was surprised to find myself standing on a station. The Getty museum have their own mass transit which takes customers up the hill to the museum.

Picture Plate with the abduction of Helen by Francesco Xanto Avelli

Picture Plate with the abduction of Helen by Francesco Xanto Avelli

The museum building is fantastic. Cut white stone, open, very well proportioned with great views. Absolutely beautiful. I can’t say I was struck by the contents too much and perhaps this is because I am a philistine who has visited larger museum throughout the world. Also this is a private collection so we should not expect it to rival the Metropolitan in New York. One pavilion was dedicated to de Vinci but the blurb on many exhibits seemed to say that the piece “may have been” , “could have been” or “is thought to have been”….something or other. All very great and worthy but not much that really struck me. Some nice plates. I think the real star of this attraction is the building itself.

I wandered around and took pictures of the views. Moving to an area less frequented by visitors I was informed that this was a private area. I apologised and the vinegar tongued old crone said sarcastically: “You just wandered here like a lost lamb”. A tad unnecessary I thought and a shame as the two women would have made a good photo.

Later I drove down to Marina Del Ray near Santa Monica and then back to pick up my friend from UCLA. In an effort to kill some time I searched for somewhere to stop and get a drink and use a restroom. This proved an almost impossible task! The area around UCLA appeared to have nowhere to stop! In fact, once I picked her up we found somewhere within 15 minutes but I think one thing to consider about driving in L.A. is that you need to have a destination in mind.

Chairs at The Getty

Chairs at The Getty

In the evening we ate at BJs Brew House. Good pizza.

This morning I am on the Amtrak up to Santa Barbara. The woman in front and to my left has talked almost non-stop since Union Station in L.A. which is a very good looking building. Very art deco and it must have looked great in the days of Bogart and Garbo. She is now on to her ailments and what Karen’s doctor said. Something about HDL (High-density lipoprotein).

As the train runs parallel to the highway I can see what appears to be a four wheel drive vehicle tailgating a mobile home awfully closely. More likely the four wheel drive is being towed. I did the trip from L.A. to Santa Barbara many years ago. It was night and I could see the Kohoutek comet clearly in the night sky. Today the sky is obscured by mist but we have now passed Oxnard and the mist is clearing to reveal a clear blue sky. The sea has just appeared 30 metres to our left. Less now. And even less now!!

Union Station

Union Station

While in L.A. I bought enough cold and cough medicines to treat the third world for malaria. Pharmacies abound in L.A. Each one having extensive ranges or products so specific that one needs to consult a professional to decide which to buy. I suspect this is deliberate and inevitably the professional advised numerous pills and embrocations.

My cold is starting to ease as we approach Santa Barbara but my left ear is still partially deaf.

26
May
09

British Summer Time

Last week was exhausting. An English friend who has moved to Melbourne visited. Having built up enough air miles on his credit card he had a whistle stop visit to England to see his family and dropped in to see on Monday night.

I saw him at Christmas but other than that not for years. He dropped his bag, we opened a couple of beers and within minutes were talking about solar power and cellular automata – I guess people don’t change. Well, maybe we do, we both seemed to have grown more stubborn. After an excellent Indian at Noori’s in Ship Street, we found ourselves in The Fishbowl pub and my friend attempted to talk to some locals while I attempted to photograph him and them. The people objected and asked me to wipe the pictures. This sort of pettiness depresses me and makes me recall the time I spent in California and the open, friendly way that people talked to each other. I recall entering Mel’s in Santa Barbara with a friend one evening singing New York New York at the top of our voices. Someone in the bar bought us both a beer for what must have been an awful performance. – as Tony Hancock said: “Not here though” . We left the pub and found ourselves at home dozing in chairs by 1:30am.

On Saturday night I joined some friends in The Quadrant for a few beers. They had some comedy going on upstairs and so we paid our fiver and went up to a wonderful comfortable room. Big arms chairs, an open window. Small but not cramped a perfect contrast to The Komedia.
The comedian came on and predictably began asking people where they were from. He seemed to settle on Australia for a while. In fact he seemed stuck on Australia. His style was frantic, never leaving time to breath. Sadly, we left before he finished his act.

Monday I visited London to see the Picasso exhibition at The National. Clever man Picasso but I wasn’t too impressed by viewing lots of his old drawings which seemed to have been created before he figured out what he was doing. The chunky nude was good but I think I may have been spoiled by visiting Reina Sofia in Madrid a couple of times.

The real star of the show on Monday was the weather. Brighton had been rainy but by 1:30pm in London it was warm and the sun was burning it’s way through the cloud. Trafalgar Square was gorgeous.

Trafalgar Square

Trafalgar Square

I walked along to Piccadilly Circus and then along Piccadilly and up to Speakers Corner. Here I found one fairly vanilla Christian with some placards, two Muslims, who appeared to be having a break, and a lone communist.

Hyde Park

Hyde Park

Walking along Bayswater Road I reflected that central London can resemble a ghost town on Sundays and bank holidays. Despite the beautiful balconies on the houses along the Bayswater Road there were no French windows thrown wide. No families enjoying the sunshine. The windows were all closed and it appeared that nobody was at home.

I walked down through Kensington Gardens and watched a heron catch a fish then down to The Albert Memorial with it’s fantastic gold finish and amazing statues.

As I walked around the back of Buckingham Palace along Grosvenor Place I wonderred who exactly owns the buildings which cluster around Her Majesties rear entrance. I started noting down the names on the brass plates:

Hemsley Fraser Group – Management & Leadership Training Courses
Trafalgar Management Services Ltd.
Adrenaline Advertising – Billboards
Weldon Walsh Chartered Architects and interior designs
The Irish Embassy
Tata
HSBC

I shall go no further with that metaphor.

The Telegraph’s expose of MP’s expenses continues and The Archbishop of Canterbury complained that the revelations could undermine faith in democracy. It’s odd how the establishment always trot out this argument when they’ve done something wrong. It amounts to: “We’re too important to be prosecuted”. It would be interesting to see a teenage shoplifter use the same argument: “You can’t prosecute me m’lord, it would undermine the public’s faith in the youth of today”.

It occurred to me that the editor of the Telegraph must have an overall strategy for his stories. He must have decided to start with some explosive revelations about Labour ministers, follow this up with an illumination of the dealings of the Tories and then continue on to cover the liberals. Having got the best out of the way at the start the public may now be somewhat inured to the scandal and the occasional revelation appears no more than a damp squib. However, like any good firework display the activity should increase dramatically toward the end and we await the final blast of one enormous air bomb. I wonder: who will it be?

12
May
09

Santa Barbara Fires – Mum & kids evacuate their home

The following is an account of a friend of mine evacuating her home in Santa Barbara, California.

Vons

Vons

After e-mailing you last, it became a rather nerve racking night Thursday night for me. Apparently everyone is supposed to get a phone call with recorded message informing you if you’re in evacuation warning, or whether you need to evacuate. I had the TV on constantly to try and monitor it, but it was rather confusing as to where it exactly was, as it was all over the hills, and the different reporters were at different spots to the area immediately adjacent to us.

Just before the kids went to bed we watched the hill opposite start on fire and it completely spread, then later in the evening I couldn’t see the flames, or even glow, but the smoke in the air was heavy, even smelled it all in the house.

By now the fire was so much lower on the hill towards the neighbourhoods, that’s why I couldn’t see it anymore. Just after e-mailing you about 2.30am I decided I was too tired to stay up any longer, and was just climbing into bed when thought I heard something faint, ran downstairs and looked out the window to see a police car driving off announcing we were to evacuate immediately – Panic!!!

I had not received any phone calls or warnings, and a few minutes later I would have been fast asleep and certainly not have heard them coming around the neighbourhood. Anyway, got the stuff in the car, kids, dog and box of our 4 pet mice, and a roof rack bag full of clothes, and headed off to the animal shelter to see if they’d take in the dog.
They eventually agreed to take her after a bit of a fuss, as they reckoned they were full. Then we went to the University where the Red Cross had set up a skating rink with beds etc. About 4am by now, and tired, but also rather adrenalined up.

The girls were just great the whole time. They said the scariest part was when they were sat in the car waiting for me to finish packing up the car, and then trying to turn the mains gas off, and the police were still coming around announcing to evacuate immediately.

We saw several people we knew at the University, and managed to find a couple of beds, and got an hour of sleep.
I have to say the Red Cross did a great job. Tables with toiletries for you to help yourself to, food, drinks, Internet, phones and TV’s following the fire. Even cooked egg and sausages for breakfast.

It was after breakfast when we were all sitting there, and a lot of people had left, and we were feeling a little lost, bewildered and homeless that the TV people asked us if we minded being filmed. Quite exciting really. Afterwards I wondered if they’d show any of it, as they usually like to capture dramatic sob stories, or people crying, and I wasn’t really offering either, however, several people, even my uncle in New Zealand, said they saw me on TV. So I’ve been hunting the Internet to find it. If I do, and it’s not too embarrassing will send it on to you.

Anyway, after the interview my friend who lived only about half a mile away from us, who wasn’t evacuated, but under warning, kindly invited us to go over and hang out at hers. We did, and they let us stay there that night too, so we didn’t have to go back to UCSB. We got back into our house Saturday, and all was well, lots of charred leaves on the ground everywhere. I think the girls found it all rather an adventure.

The fire is still on, although they hardly show anything about it on TV anymore, as it’s gone further over the top of the hills away from us. We’re still under warning, I suppose should the winds suddenly start up, which they’re predicting later in the week, and it get out of control again, but I don’t think it’ll come to that.

After I picked the girls up from school today, as most of the roads were open again for access, we drove around to get an idea where the fire actually was in relation to us. It was incredible, you just drive up any of the roads that head up the hill and it’s like a moonscape, all plants and trees burnt down to the ground, just little charred sticks where trees used to be.

Burnt leaves

Burnt leaves

Amidst the barren white ashy terrain, there stands houses dotted about here and there, un-burnt (obviously some weren’t so lucky, about 80 in total with this fire, the last fire just a few months ago, even though it didn’t burn so much area, burnt about 200 houses). There were so many fire-fighters sent to help from all over California, they were able to have at least one fire truck stationed at each house to keep spraying them and saving them from burning. Apparently the fire burnt a 5 mile stretch. The brush on the hills was so dried out and old, now it’s burnt away hopefully there won’t be much fuel for another big fire for several years to come.

 

When we were driving around today we came across Jesusita Lane, where it actually started, they reckon, by someone using some kind of power tool to clear the brush from around the houses. They actually recommend people have a cleared barrier around their properties, so it sounds like an unfortunate accident. They don’t know who it was yet.

Anyway right by here was a large lake, part of a water filtration plant and we watched the helicopters come and fill up before flying off over the back of the hills to douse the fires. They have a long dangling pipe that they dip into the water as they hover and suck up enough water to fill up their tank. Great to watch.

Schools were all back in today, although they made them all have playtime inside, as there’s a lot of loose ash around, even though you can’t see it in the air, it doesn’t take much to stir it up.

Anyway, yesterday I went on-line and registered our home phone number, and both our cell phones to received the emergency alert phone calls, I don’t know why we weren’t on their list already, the phone companies are supposed to supply the police all the numbers. That’s the bit that freaked me out, was what if I never heard their announcements or anything.

Better get off to my nice comfy bed now.

Click here to see an interactive map of the fies in Santa Barbara.




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