105° in the Valley, 78° in Santa Barbara

Mercifully, dogs can’t distinguish between a one hour journey and three.  They have nose memory instead.   Sea belch evokes sand which evokes wind sprints and cool foam sluicing through their toes. In the deep circadian rhythm involving cars, something wonderful starts to happen around Carpenteria.  That the car isn’t actually moving, is literally parked on the freeway…well, that’s a people problem.

There’s an old joke. A bunch of stray dogs are hanging around in Tijuana. One of them is from suburban San Diego.  He comes down on the weekend and brags to the other dogs his owners feed him filet mignon scraps from the table.  He sleeps in bed with them on sheets of Egyptian cotton.

“If you have it so good up there,” they ask the La Jolla dog, “then what are you doing down here with us in Tijuana?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I come to Tijuana to bark.”

So why are Mrs. UpintheValley and I leaving 75 miles of Los Angeles beaches, adding to the collective agony of the 101…to bring the dogs to Montecito?

So they can run off-leash as God intended.  We bring them to bougie, white  Santa Barbara so they can bark.   Santa Barbara is a high-trust city. It can afford to be generous in leash laws. Los Angeles is not, therefore cannot.

There’s also ample free parking and that sweet walkable dog-friendly Funk Zone.

One of the 23 Lies We Tell About LA™: it’s a great beach town.


2 thoughts on “105° in the Valley, 78° in Santa Barbara”

  1. “…….high trust……”

    Hadn’t thought about it that way, but…yes…….of course. Santa Barbara even has a fairly popular nekkid beach (More Mesa), though the fact that you have to walk about half a mile across an open field and then down a 150 foot bluff to reach it keeps the casual pervs away for the most part. Likewise, such attractions are only possible in a high trust community. Nor did they have an open-container law at the beach in the early and mid-80s – dunno how things are now.

    Live there (well, mostly Goleta/Isla Vista) for 8 years….college at UCSB, then another four years before eventually heading down to the South Bay (The GF lived in Manhattan Beach. If you HAVE to live in LA, South Bay is by far your best option, IMHO.) By then I was in my mid-20s, it was time to move on.

    Would I live there again? Even if economics were not an issue…..I DID like the scale and pace. It was certainly a big enough city for me. If there’s a downside it’s that residents darn well know they live in one of the more special places on earth……and remind both you and themselves of that fact endlessly. It gets annoying after a while.

    1. I met a man this week who owns a house in Manhattan Beach but lives five days a week in Vegas, to avoid 13% state income tax and cap gains. I wonder how much of that is going on amongst boomers.

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