Santa Barbara, California – Day 1

Woodrow Burns in Santa Barbara, California

We drove out to Santa Barbara last night, arriving shortly before midnight. Here on Saturday morning, Uncle Woody dragged out his Class A Army hat he wore back during World War II and tried it on for the first time in 50 years. He still looks great in it.

Diana Wise in Santa Barbara, California

This is Diana Wise, one of my stepmothers and my father’s last wife. Diana drove up from Ontario this morning, arriving after breakfast; this was the first time seeing her since my father passed earlier in the year.

Woodrow Burns, Ann Burns, and John Wise in Santa Barbara, California

A trip to Santa Barbara wouldn’t be complete without us going to the dog park, and so while Diana watches over her Shar-Pei and Caroline play fetch with Sophie, Tata, Woody, and I enjoy the afternoon sun and just hanging out.

Painted Rock – Solo

Painted Rock Petroglyph Site in Dateland, Arizona

How long does it take to replace an engine in a VW? A damn long time since it has to be shipped in from Germany, apparently. So, I’ll just keep going out with the loaner to check out the places we normally don’t include on our itineraries. These stops are a bit gratuitous as we were well aware of the extra expense to our lease while collecting too many miles. Today’s stop is southeast of home at the Painted Rock Petroglyph Site.

Painted Rock Petroglyph Site in Dateland, Arizona

Not sure if this was about all there was to see, as finding information about Painted Rocks was scant. Like nearly all locations, this one, too would benefit from some context.

Stanton – Solo

Lake Pleasant, Arizona

Lake Pleasant is hardly that in my memories as it was a party place for people disaffected by the demands of modernity and so they retreated to the corners of the Phoenix area where they could meet up with other malcontents. This is likely the root of my underlying hostility towards beer and pickup trucks.

Stanton, Arizona

Stanton, Arizona, is effectively a ghost town. While RV’s still set up out here, the town if it could have ever been called that, is a dilapidated shell of an old mining camp.

Stanton, Arizona

You’ll travel a dusty old dirt road from out near Congress, Arizona, to get here. Pleasant enough and quiet; not much changes out in Stanton.

Stanton, Arizona

While it kind of looks like a prop in a staged ghost town, this old bathhouse seems legit with its hot water boiler there on the left. Wish I’d run into someone else out here who could have told me if there were some trails or other historic areas in the vicinity that would have made a return visit worth my while.