We headed up the 118, today, destination: Santa Barbara, again. I had seen something there as we were leaving after the Tuesday eye appointment.
SNOW was on the Topa-Topas, as we exited Camarillo.
Quite a sight for us.
I don’t know what it is really called, but this is where we would stop every month, with stale bread, on our way to Cayucos.
But THIS is what I was looking for:
Since Dad was President of the Circus Historical Association, and we drove back to Baraboo, Wisconsin, every summer for a stint, I would ride on the Merry-Go-Rounds at the Circus World Museum for free as long as I wanted.
We dressed Infiniti and Megs up in turquoise. Saddle blankets, shirts, even the horse shin guards.