One Day Vacation

Tuesday was my last day off until the 4th of July. Thanks goodness for holidays. And holiday pay. SO, Roei and I decided to get out of boiling hot LA and take a little trip to Carpinteria.

Of course, we stopped by the Duddridge garage to pick out our toys: a beach umbrella, a gargantuan towel, some sunscreen, and snacks.

Then it was off to Summerland beach. Which was gorgeous. But I left the camera in the car. So, as we were pulling out we decided to stop and make two old ladies walking their dogs together take our picture. They were so cute and obliging I almost decided to take them home with me. They even managed the digital camera.


After a long nap on the beach (under the umbrella for me, under the sun for Roei) we drove up to Cold Springs Tavern. If you look above Roei's arm, you can see a piece of the view. Hard to get from the passenger's seat.


I figured Cold Springs Tavern was the perfect place for my hamburger-loving boy. But, alas, the dinner menu was quite decadent with all kinds of game meats. Perhaps he trusted me that a New York Steak was cow, but he called his sister and got the entire menu translated, just to be sure.


That was a lot of driving, so we took Terry up on her offer of a bed for the night. When we got back to the Duddridge's, we opened the front door to find the familiar smell of boysenberry pie wafting out at us. The Duddridge household, thanks to Terry, always has either the smell of bright, clean laundry detergent, or pie. They always tease me that I have a knack for coming over when there's pie, but I have a feeling someone is fixing the cards.


A dunk in the jacuzzi finished the night off.

We drove back to LA at 7am on Wednesday morning so I could make it to work on time. First, though, tea and pie in the garden. For the bazillionth time I was grateful to have one of my childhood homes still feel like home.