Day 5: Santa Barbara to Santa Clarita Today we got a slow start, dried some stuff out and even took a dip in the spa before picking up camp and heading out of the Rancho Oso Thousand Trails Preserve. Mark and I played a round in Goleta at the Evergreen Green Space (someone on that committee should be held responsible for that name…). The course was easy and rather pleasant until we entered the swamp. While the difficulty level remained unchanged, the atmosphere did. This was the dark, dirty kind of swamp that dead pets come back to life in, where creepiness becomes a tangible quantity. The swamp issued forth two of its denizens—henceforth to be known as the chubby kid and the mean kid. The mean kid was giving the chubby kid a hard time as they made their way across the scattered logs that made a bridge over the muck near hole fifteen. The harassment made our hackles stand up when he turned and said, “You don’t want me to put you through therapy again, do you?” The evil glint in his eye made me at once fearful for the chubby kid and glad that we were apparently just a part of the scenery, safe from his scheming. The Burbs . . . Just like in the film with Tom Hanks, they have such a nice venire of peace and calm over the Stephen King novel lurking underneath.
Tonight we get to sleep with a roof over our heads (thank God!), courtesy of Mark’s Uncle Chuck. Of course, I lost the coin toss with Mark for the bed, so I’ll be sleeping on a couple thermarests. Oh well, I can still enjoy the roof.
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