May 24-27, 2013
Welcome to The Ranch!
Up the 1, down the 5. Then up the 101, down the 1, Big Sur, Pinacles, and a bit more of what’s along the way.
Then the tornado that surrounds dinner.
From the front: chicken and duck from Chinatown in San Francisco, all the delicious succulent salmon you can eat, boiled potatoes in the skin, layered stirfry with baby bok choy on top, broiled tomatoes with Parmesan and herbs, shredded vegetable salad, behind the potatoes are ravioli, then a chopped vegetable salad and a green salad.
Then our program and then dessert. Good thing I took that two hour nap!
…and here is one of the two picnic tables permanently sited up here.
Yesterday I walked up and walked down. Last night my calves were complaining big time. Then today I rode up but walked down and my caves were saying ‘whaaat, you Must be kidding’. It was actually entertaining to find myself with sore muscles, a place where I very rarely go.
Here is the front door of the main house. There are many other houses on the property as well including a home for the caretaker family, a home for the man who runs the horse and cattle operation, a big guest house, a barn converted into an 18 bed dorm and game palace when the kids come, and more more more.
Lynn at the kitchen in the big house. Usually there are at least five people dancing around in here all working in the measures of some cosmic ballet to produce meal after meal day after day.
There is a kitchen in the pool house, in the guest house, in the houses where all the other people live, and extra storage and refrigeration scattered around in the other buildings. We are talking f.o.o.d.
Sandy was our make-it-from-scratch Dessert Queen, here with a neighbor who stopped by for the good eats. He was an excellent helper too.
In years past, when everyone’s kids were younger, there would be dozens of them around so this basically adults only weekend was an unusual and not entirely unwelcome change of pace for the regular guests.
There are a couple of dogs that live here this being the newest, a full Border Collie.
I’ve always wanted to meet one of these guys who top all the smart-dog lists and Ringo here is quite the model, utterly devoted to Barbara yet still willing to play fetch with anyone over and over and over and over and over and…
And speaking of which.
If you’ve ever been to Yellowstone you know that this is how perfectly healthy buffaloes look, all raggedy and lumbering and deeply unintelligent. John uses them to train his cutting horses because they, unlike their much smarter brethren, The Cow (and that’s saying something), never learn.
(Although Ms Google thinks bison are smarter than cows.)
I was wandering down the road with Lynn just chatting and looking here and there and Jerry, husband of Barbara, called out, pointing to a clearing high high up on one of the surrounding hills ‘Look–a Deer’.
Wow, a full-on buck deer, so I snapped a dozen quick shots sure he’d bolt in a flat second, but no, he just stood there. And stood there. Oh you Jerry, what a card. Then he sent one of the workers up to get the deer and off they went in the truck to find a new Jerry-inspired placement.