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Category Archives: Santa Barbara
Santa Ynez River Valley
We spent a few hours up on the river yesterday to escape the marine layer and enjoy some sun and swimming. Odd it is that in the middle Santa Ynez drainage there were virtually no flies, while hiking through the … Continue reading →
Fishing’s Good on Bill’s Barge
An advertisement from the Carpinteria Herald in 1927.
Halibut
I had been throwing my line for sometime on the rising tide at a favorite zone when a guy trudged down the beach and set up just down from me. The interloper effectively reduced my fishing grounds by half, as … Continue reading →
Peculiar to the Pattern
“A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1839) The conformity of it all is satisfying and comforting, but something is lost. It’s group think manifest in cookie cutter conformity … Continue reading →
Upper Santa Ynez Camp Vandalism
I spent this last Tuesday in the upper Santa Ynez drainage after hiking in late Monday afternoon and staying the night. I woke at 5:15, broke camp, brewed a tall cup of coffee and chomped down some homemade cake with … Continue reading →













