On the next-to-last weekend of the summer, the weekend before Labor Day weekend, we decided to not be in a hurry. Our first stop was to drop off Miss Audrey Hepburn (our black Lab) with her uncles in West Hollywood at 9:53 a.m. And then we were on the road by 10:15 a.m.
The timing is quite unlike the glory trips of our children’s childhood, rising in the dark, loading the car with sunflower seeds, juice and pillows, always on the road at first light to arrive in Idaho by nightfall. We were young then. We were in a hurry. Last weekend, we hit the 101 at a more civilized hour.
Our first stop, of course, was in Buellton. This was not the Buellton of our children’s childhood, with a stop at Andersen’s Pea Soup. We were adults now, so we stopped for lunch at Mother Hubbard’s, where the locals eat.
My “health nut sandwich” was the best I’ve ever had. The sandwich comes with Swiss cheese, sliced tomato, avocado, alfalfa sprouts on whole-wheat bread with a little mayo. The bread was homemade and fresh-baked. Len had the chicken. A group of local ladies was seated at a nearby table. They reminded me of Thursday Clubbers.
After lunch, we explored the street. There were a lot of vintage cars parked nearby. Next door was a western-wear shop. It smelled deliciously of leather. At the end of the block was a Mexican market, where we bought gum.