June 15, 2013
Santa Barbara is known for its “June Gloom” and just like clockwork, it descended on June 1st like a gray, drizzling, sad blanket. Last Sunday we couldn’t take it any longer. We loaded the car and scooted over the hill to Santa Ynez (sounds a little Clark W. Griswold, minus the family trickster in metallic pea). Blueberry picking, tree climbing, burger eating and animal watching—all in blissful sunshine. Just like that (well, until the next soggy morning) it felt like summer.
First stop, Santa Barbara Blueberries.
Our harvest, most of it made it home.
Getting a little buzzed.
Stop at the Alisal Ranch for burgers and tree climbing.
Good advice.
Mama with her two-day old baby.
