I just had one of the most sublime weekends I’ve had in years.
Alisa and I went up to a little-known getaway called Zaca Lake. It’s Northeast of Santa Barbara, above the little wine town of Los Olivos. Over the river and through the woods, and past 5 miles of dirt road that crosses five mountain streams (4-wheeling in my little Kia), we arrived. (All photographs are by Alisa Newhouse, by the way.)
We had lots of encounters with nature. I saw a bald eagle, which was a thrill. Also, some other exotic birds that we were unable to identify, and are still looking up. A very pretty skunk, with its tail rigid and raised, and pointed right at us, was kind enough not to release itself upon us. We met a voyeuristic frog in the shower (not photographed).
A teenage Brown Bear played chicken with us in the road.
And then there’s me, the biggest animal of them all (the sign reads “SLOW”.)
Mondays are more difficult after a weekend like that.