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Aug. 21st, 2007 11:12 pm17 Aug 2007
0700 hrs
It’s dry, and windy. We spent the night in SLO. While we ate dinner at Big Sky Cafe (I had a “Lamb Shank ‘Buenos Aires’” which was flavored with cumin, citrus, tomato and something sweet, maybe some fig?, and a “Five Spices Cr&eague;me Brulée” which tasted like a very pleasant pumkin pie) we tried to find a place, near Santa Cruz, where we could pull in with four horses and a rig longer than an 18-wheeler.
At some point Pat started to ask about time/distance. I pointed out that if we weren’t going to get all the way tonight, we’d be better off for time if we stayed at Web’s, here in SLO. That’s because we wouldn’t need to do any setting up of camp, or spend lots of time arranging/feeding the horses.
So we did. Took even longer than we’d expected, because the truck’s batteries (it has two) have gotten tired. They wore out while we were at Montana de Oro, and we’d had them jumped, and ran the motor for an hour, as well as an hour or so of driving back to town, but the time we spent running errands was enough for the small fridge, and a couple of computers to drain them too dry to turn over.
Happily we were near an auto parts store, bought some (Maia strapped them to the collapsible bicycle, and used it as an impromptu cart); used one to jump the truck, and then came up here and drank some wine, schmoosed a bit and went to bed.
Gary is changing one of them now. Maia and I have had a shower. Ice has met a cow. The weather is dry, and the wind is blowing. Web says he didn’t get much rain this year, and the fall line from his springhouse makes it dead plain. Where it’s normally a rich green, all the way down the hill, now it’s a weak green, and peters out about 2/3rds of the way down.
0700 hrs
It’s dry, and windy. We spent the night in SLO. While we ate dinner at Big Sky Cafe (I had a “Lamb Shank ‘Buenos Aires’” which was flavored with cumin, citrus, tomato and something sweet, maybe some fig?, and a “Five Spices Cr&eague;me Brulée” which tasted like a very pleasant pumkin pie) we tried to find a place, near Santa Cruz, where we could pull in with four horses and a rig longer than an 18-wheeler.
At some point Pat started to ask about time/distance. I pointed out that if we weren’t going to get all the way tonight, we’d be better off for time if we stayed at Web’s, here in SLO. That’s because we wouldn’t need to do any setting up of camp, or spend lots of time arranging/feeding the horses.
So we did. Took even longer than we’d expected, because the truck’s batteries (it has two) have gotten tired. They wore out while we were at Montana de Oro, and we’d had them jumped, and ran the motor for an hour, as well as an hour or so of driving back to town, but the time we spent running errands was enough for the small fridge, and a couple of computers to drain them too dry to turn over.
Happily we were near an auto parts store, bought some (Maia strapped them to the collapsible bicycle, and used it as an impromptu cart); used one to jump the truck, and then came up here and drank some wine, schmoosed a bit and went to bed.
Gary is changing one of them now. Maia and I have had a shower. Ice has met a cow. The weather is dry, and the wind is blowing. Web says he didn’t get much rain this year, and the fall line from his springhouse makes it dead plain. Where it’s normally a rich green, all the way down the hill, now it’s a weak green, and peters out about 2/3rds of the way down.
