Three-hundred miles, two dogs, a queen and a princess. The dogs have a habit of standing on the one human in the back seat, even though I had rolled down the opposite side window away from her. So, over a hundred pounds, eight legs and two drooling faces the poor human has to put up with while we hurtle down the highway at speeds that turn drool into a fine mist and I hear the young woman moan and mumble “Yuck!” “Ooog, blech! Ack!”.
Temperatures of 105F on the road, not a tree as far as the eye can see. Not even cows! Princess #1 declared it “the badlands” because of dead grass no higher than the palm of your hand. No trees that you could hit with the most powerful of rifles (Artillery or rockets would be cheating). Hershey began to have a meltdown, panting and whining. We finally got a stop when we crossed over the line from 105 that dropped to 65F in less than a half-hour.
Hershey finally released from the car? And had (Along with her adoptive sister Honey and Persephone) to do what dogs do after being cooped up for so long.
She urinated like a water-balloon at its limit.
The chocolab did not even stop walking, she left a wet line that a firefighting aircraft would have been proud of.
She could have filled a small child’s pool! lol. I guess that is why she was so anxious in the car. Lol.
We finally arrived in Santa Barbara and went for a walk, this is a town in need of a little dog water, per Hershey, Honey and Persephone. The last two are part camel, but they can also make enough water to cure the drought in two days.
I also found that a large fraction of the yards and businesses in Santa Barbara have rosemary growing wild in gardens, whole fences are covered with rosemary.
Sage! Sage I found in a dozen places. WOW! Tomorrow I am going to buy …I dunno what, my mind dances with the idea, but I can make a rosemary/garlic/sage chicken, grilled over open fire. and the sage and rosemary I might pick myself!
There are date-palms with bunches of dates in reach. I have never used dates in cooking and not sure how, but I bet I can make something, like a glaze for another protein? Or, over carrots?
If I can figure out where to harvest wild garlic that does not need me digging up public property or someone’s private garden, I might. But I think I might just buy that.
But we are tucked away, far away, from firecrackers and booms. The 4th I hope will be easy on a dog that holds no ill will on anyone.
Well, except for the occasional house fly that comes within reach.
Tomorrow, and maybe Sunday, we will take her to the ocean to play in the waves. Then hide before the sun goes down at the house and cook the Rosemary Sage Garlic chicken and fire-roasted asparagus and corn.
Mmm.. anyone wanna come to the West Coast tomorrow?