Denise and Rick Cunningham

Like many boomers we're planning the "next chapter". We live a fairly chaotic life in Georgetown in Washington DC. I'm a former fashion executive and journalist. Rick's an engineer and computer scientist. We're about ready for a little change of pace. Travel... perhaps moving to warmer climes ...and definitely savoring more moments. We never set out to buy an RV...matter of fact, we had never even been in one and I definitely don't camp. But, now, with more time and a growing aversion to the insults of air travel, we bought a 40' motor coach. Our grandson, Ian, named it Gigantor. We call it Tor for short.

We're seeing things you just can't from the air and finding that we've so much to discover on this continent. In the past two years, we've taken three marvelous six-week trips. This time, we're "chasing the sun for as long as it fun". We left on October 5, 2009. We'll see how long we last!

We're searching for great places to stay, sights worth seeing, golf courses worth playing, great restaurants, shopping, farmer's markets. We're on the road in search of the high road.


Monday, January 18, 2010

Avocado Bounty & Butterfly Beach

January 11


Ocean Mesa has an unusual second resort contiguous to the RV facility called El Capitain Canyon that is a huge camping resort offering nicely appointed cottages and floored tents.  There's a pretty little market/restaurant and over 15 miles of hiking trails in the hills.


Walking to the market for an L.A. Times we find a huge grove of avocado trees laden with fruit.  The trees have been stripped of all the low hanging bounty, but rocket scientist Rick devises a tool out of a long branch that let's us get to the upper tier.


We gather about a dozen when it finally occurs to us that it's a long, steep walk back and we don't have a bag to carry all our treasures.  We improvise!

















Montecito's Butterfly Beach

Montecito is a gem of a village just south of Santa Barbara...chi chi shops and glorious homes perched over the sea.  The Four Seasons Biltmore, a lovely low Spanish tiled rambling building, fronts on Butterfly Beach, a public park.  We spend hours walking in the sand, gathering sea shell gems that Rick promises will become a necklace for me and delighting in the unexpected sea creatures (real and make-believe) that we find.















Turns out Santa Barbara Fish Market has a restaurant on Stern's Wharf and we try again to have good, fresh, local seafood for lunch....this time we score!  It's a great dump of a place where unanticipated visitors meander in and out.  The food is good...my crabcake has too much filler, but the chipotle dipping sauce is to die for....Rick's fried oysters are like silk.

























Tomorrow we are going to go just about 20 miles north to Santa Barbara wine country.  We were first going to do a day trip, then thought let's just move the "house" up there for a few days.  That night, Rick just can't help himself and goes avocado picking again.  When I see his harvest, I'm thinking there's a whole of guac and avocado soup in our future!


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