Rincon Point Sunset, Slater at Work, Vandenberg Missile Launch?

Sunset at Rincon Point with a line of headlights on the 101 freeway and something unknown in the sky.

Rincon Point State Beach is located on the Santa Barbara and Ventura County line in California. To any surfer worth his salt it needs no introduction and is instantly recognizable even in silhouette.

I snapped the photos featured here on January 3, 2012 and captured above what I assume is a rocket or missile launched from Vandenberg Air Force Base, which is located in northern Santa Barbara County. Although I have not been able to confirm that anything was in fact launched, and whatever it was looks deceptively closer to Rincon Point than Vandenberg, with a smoky plume like that I cannot think of anything else it could have been.

Another day at the office: eleven time world surfing champion, Kelly Slater, working late at Rincon.

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McDonald’s Egg McMuffin Born In Santa Barbara

The placard on the wall of McDonald’s on Upper State Street in Santa Barbara commemorating the birth of an American culinary classic.

The Egg McMuffin made its debut at the Upper State Street McDonald’s in Santa Barbara in 1972. The novel breakfast sandwich became the cornerstone of an entirely new menu and expanded set of business hours for the global fast food titan. Prior to its creation, the Golden Arches opened at 11 am and did not serve breakfast.

The ingenious handheld egg sandwich was the creation of Herbert R. Peterson. Peterson grew up poor in Chicago during the lean years of the Great Depression. His father, a U.S. Marine pilot, died from yellow fever while training for World War I when Herb was just three months old. He was raised by his mother, aunt and grandmother. At age 22 Peterson shipped off overseas and served four years “living in muddy fox holes” as a major in the Marine Corps during World War II.

Peterson, a family man and father of four whose relationship with his wife lasted 61 years until death did them part, went on to work in advertising and helped design the first costume for McDonald’s iconic character, Ronald McDonald. But it wasn’t until after he set aside his career as an adman to become a franchise owner of the Golden Arches that he really made his mark in the fast food industry.

“I’ve got something I think you’re going to like,” Herb Peterson told Ray Kroc one sunny Santa Barbara afternoon in 1971 at the McDonald’s on Upper State Street.

Peterson owned the restaurant and Kroc was the company founder who had purchased it from the McDonald brothers in 1961. The “something” in question was an open faced egg, cheese and Canadian bacon breakfast sandwich served on toasted English muffins. The morning equivalent of the afternoon essential, the hamburger.

“I like it!” exclaimed Ray Kroc smacking the countertop with his hand loud enough to turn heads just before scarfing down a second sandwich.

Herb Peterson and his world famous sandwich.

Herb Peterson’s McDonald’s on Upper State had served as the laboratory where he fiddled with and finessed his idea to take his favorite breakfast meal, eggs Benedict, and turn it into a fast food staple. After much experimentation, such as finding a way to fry a round egg to fit the muffin, first a runny yolk then a firm one, first with hollandaise sauce then without, no cheese then cheese, Peterson succeeded in crafting a masterpiece.

What seems all too simple now in fact took a lot of thought and effort. At that time many California grocery stores did not even carry English muffins. Making a sandwich with them, though perhaps done by a few clever folks in some household kitchens, was for the most part unheard of. After refining his tasty creation Peterson then had to convince corporate headquarters, and all other franchise owners, that his nifty new breakfast sandwich would satisfy hungry customers and make money. And that he did! He sold the first egg McMuffins for 55 cents.

I recall in my younger years seeing Herb Peterson in the McDonald’s on Upper State Street. Though I rarely eat at McDonald’s these days, when I do it’s breakfast while on road trips, I used to eat there as a kid and teenager and as a young adult. I had no idea who he was at the time. I frequently wondered why an old man was still working and especially why at a fast food joint. I actually felt sorry for him in some ways, believing that he worked out of necessity for money or perhaps because he was lonely and needed to get out for company. My foolish young mind had never considered that he might actually be the owner, which he was for McDonald’s locations all over Santa Barbara and the neighboring town of Goleta. It wasn’t until many years later that I finally learned just exactly who that impeccably dressed old man was and why he was always there.

The Upper State Street McDonald’s location.

Bibliography:

“The Good Egg: Herb Peterson, the Egg McMuffin and the Secret Ingredients of Innovation” by David Peterson and Ann Marsh (2009)

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Through From Santa Barbara to San Francisco in 48 Hours (1873)

A newspaper ad for Coast Line Stagecoach Co. published in the Santa Barbara Weekly Press (1873).

In 1873, twenty-two dollars ($375.00 in 2010 inflation adjusted dollars) got you a two-day ride on a stagecoach to San Francisco. That must have been one hell of a roll! Leave at 4 a.m. climbing over the Santa Ynez Mountains and then on up state a few hundred more miles over dusty, bumpy, dirt roads. Confined for two days in the stage cab with whoever else bought a ticket.

Nowadays, to travel the same route takes about five hours or so. It means lounging in upholstered captain’s chairs with padded arm rests in four-wheeled, individual motorcoaches with power steering, air conditioning and drink holders at hand, while cruising down the smooth super slab at 75 miles an hour listening to music.

One finger and one toe is all it takes to drive my gas powered stage, speeding over the level smoothness of an endless ribbon of pavement. Never far from a super market stuffed to the rafters with tasty food and drink or an AMPM minimart’s “too much good stuff.” I travel over the very same road as the Coastline Stage Company, many of the same trees are still alive along its course and the sandstone outcrops look the same, but it might as well be a different planet.

A stagecoach fording the Santa Ynez River in Santa Barbara County circa 1900.

In his book, Stagecoach Days in Santa Barbara County (1982), local historian Walker A. Tompkins relates a list of rules and guidelines for stagecoach passengers traveling in the Santa Barbara area. The “Ten Commandments of Stage Passengers,” as they were called, were purportedly posted at boarding stations as well as inside the stage cab.

The rules covered what was considered polite behavior and what was rude and unacceptable. They dealt with such things as foul language, smoking and “unchivalrous behavior” around women, as well as snoring, using other people’s shoulders as a pillow and the use of firearms. But apparently the most important rule, judging by it’s placement on the list as number one, regarded the consumption of liquor.

  1. Abstainance [sic] from liquor is preferred. If you must drink, share the bottle. To do otherwise makes you appear selfish. And don’t overlook the driver.
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Mountaintop Foggy Sunset

Santa Cruz Island poking through a blanket of fog and into the rutilant winter light, as seen from the Santa Ynez Mountains.

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Indian Cave

This cave is located in Ventura County. It sits overlooking a gushing perennial spring in otherwise very dry landscape. There are numerous bedrock mortars in the cave and around the immediate area. There are traces of soot on its walls from the campfires of those that once made use of the natural shelter, but if it was at one time painted there does not appear to remain any traces of that art. It is within sight of a residential neighborhood, and as such has been subject to the whims of the young and careless, and just southward of a trail named in the honor of those who once frequented the area.

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