Why I suddenly sprouted a favorites gallery, and most all of it is within a 20-mile radius...
Well I was born in Isla Vista, California. On Trigo Road, if it matters. I grew up in Isla Vista/Goleta/Santa Barbara and Lompoc.
Lately I've been very, very homesick.
I miss the smell of the sage.
I miss the golden summer hills.
I miss the shooting star wildflowers.
I miss the perfectly clear days when you could see the Channel Islands crisp and clear.
I miss the sound of the traffic on Highway 101.
I miss the tide pools.
I miss the Summer Solstice Parade.
I miss State Street.
I miss hiking up to Little Pine Mountain.
I miss Camino Cielo off Highway 154.
I miss being able to ride my bike everywhere.
I miss the shaved ice at SOS market.
I miss the Isla Vista Foot Patrol.
I miss Sam's To Go sandwiches (small 13, no lettuce, onion, pickles or peppers).
I miss La Jicora (got replaced by Burger King).
I miss horseback riding near Cachuma Lake.
I miss being able to walk home from school in 3rd grade and it was safe to do so.
I miss riding my bike out to Deveraux Point and to UCSB.
I miss the smell of eucalyptus.
I miss the monarchs.
I miss Puppy, the '71 Volkswagen Bug that I grew up with and later drove.
I miss the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum, and the Botanical Gardens.
I miss California.