This weekend we were determined to go out and do something, beyond our usual adventuresome outings to the market and the coffee shop. So we packed the baby into the car and headed off to Knapp's Castle. This is the ruin of a former mansion up in the Santa Ynez mountains. The house, first built by the (I presume robber-baronish) founder of Union Carbide, was consumed in a forest fire just a few weeks after the second owners moved in, in 1940. As you can see at the Wikipedia link, the remaining sandstone bits made for quite majestic ruins, much more attractive probably than the original building.
You can visit it as the apex of a long hike, or you can drive nearly all the way there and park at the top trailhead. We were in the market for more of a little outing suitable for tucking in between lunch and Her Majesty's afternoon nap, and less of a multi-hour trudge with infant strapped to one's front, so up we drove.
Oh, up and up and up, windier and windier, blind turn after blind turn, and the fog blew across the road and the mountain sheered off just to our right into the deathsome abyss, and Steve's knuckles got whiter and whiter on the steering wheel. Poor Steve.
Then we emerged through the top of the clouds and arrived at our destination, hurrah!
Well, perhaps not entirely hurrah.
There were some bugs. Indeed, there were dense swarms of bugs, and the swarming they did was around our heads.
So we gave the view a brisk, admiring glance, turned smartly on our heels, and went home. The drive was much less harrowing on the way down, as mountain drives often are, and we even got back in time for a quick trip to the coffee shop. I call that an outstanding success, especially as no one got shat on.
What did you do this weekend?