Santa Cruz Island visible off the shore of the Ellwood Mesa.
Winter Solstice and perfect bright climate (can't call it weather) beckoned to us to explore the shoreline and eucalyptus forests just North of UCSB.
Here are photographs taken there in 2011:
And with a certain irony, the news headlines today read:
But after several spills, they were abandoned and this area became part of a "wetland restoration" project to "mitigate" the careless use of the land.
NOW it is a deserted waste of trampled dirt.
Airplanes constantly growling above add to the post-apocalyptic feel.
Equines forget nothing. Does Tobe remember this as lush grass and disturbing golf carts?
We are forbidden entry, but I say it all looks like it could use a delivery of manure compost to mulch these dried up bushes.
Then we followed the road out to look at the slough.
Somehow this plover monument that bears a passing resemblance to male human anatomy felt like a big f-you to anyone who wanted to run amok on the beach with their horse or dog, or have a lush golf course at the seaside. Of course our native with childhood memories was doubly aghast, as she wondered where buildings like the old golf course club house had gone.
Just dried caked mud now.
smashed densely together where once milkweed grew.
This is this field in 2011
But before we left it was opportune to take some portraits of my trail companions, with Santa Cruz island as the backdrop.
|Noe on Marcos|
|Maggie on Woodie|
Jamie on Mosca
Deborah on Carbon
and I'm a bit of a blur on Tobe Mule
so I will close with this photo of us down on the beach in 2016