A thousand miles, nine days, six dog parks, three beaches, one wonderful mother/mother-in-law/grandma and one first visit (for Klon) to where I grew up. Lots of wagging, sniffing, trotting, napping and (especially right after the trip) deeply exhausted Klon sleep.
Driving from our house in Berkeley to my mom’s in La Jolla is eight to ten hours, pretty much the entire length of California. Seemed like a bit much for us and way too much for Klon, who had never been in a car for more than 90 minutes (at least since he joined our household).
So we decided to spend a night in Santa Barbara, a beautiful, charming placed located a little more than halfway to San Diego in distance, a little less (depending on LA traffic) than halfway in time.
We took a ton of pictures. Here are some of our favorites.
Checking in at The Goodland in Santa Barbara. The Good Land is part of the Kimpton hotel chain, and like all Kimpton hotels allow dogs of all sizes to stay for no additional cost. Klondike immediately decided it was a good place when offered treats at the check-in counter. We came to agree with Klon for people reasons – a great staff, wonderful restaurant and bar, reasonable cost. All in all the perfect California casual luxury experience.
Board in The Good Land lobby showing general weather and surf conditions, and of course the names of all the dogs staying that evening. We staid at two Kimptons during the trip, and they were both great for person and dog.
After checking in we walked with Klondike, who wasted no time in discovering Lemos Feed and Pet Supply. As you can see, Klondike somehow managed to overcome his shyness and go behind the counter to request a treat.
Klondike and me looking very pleased.
Would love to see what Klondike sniffs. I think there is a whole world of smells out there that people just can’t imagine.
Klondike at the Del Mar dog beach. Due to high waves the larger dog beach was closed. However, this was mostly a people issue and Klondike was perfectly happy to visit the adjacent, slightly smaller dog beach.
On the road grooming stop. Mieko took off enough fur to make a medium sized sweater, which is pretty typical for a Klondike grooming session.
Klondike and I enjoy some synchronous yawning.
Klondike relaxing during his first visit to my mom’s home. My mom has a cat, Parker, who was kept locked up in the large playroom upstairs during our visits. This was a win for us, as we didn’t need to worry about unhappy encounters, and for Klondike who at least twice, over the course of maybe five visits, managed to raid the cat’s food dish. Snap snap yum yum.
Klonbeast makes himself at home, chillaxing in the kitchen.
The Audrey, Klondike’s grandma, bought him three really nice and meaty lamb femurs. Here he is enjoying one of them.
Klondike, Mieko and I enjoyed walks on and around La Jolla Cove several times during the trip.
Still at La Jolla Cove, Klondike checks out the pelicans and sea lions.
This picture was shot inside Warwicks, a very beautiful and well curated book and stationery store. Warwicks has been a great, and very dog friendly, place to walk around from as far back as I can remember (I was probably five or six when I made my first visit there), and still is. http://www.warwicks.com/
Ears flapping, nose sniffing, Klondike is on his game.
At the Douglas Family Preserve, a beautiful 70 acre park in Santa Barbara over Arroyo Beach (with a trail going down). Off leash dog walking is allowed in parts of the park.
The beast is exhausted from his dog parking and deeply asleep in the back of the car.
At the mission church in San Luis Obispo, our last stop on the way back before home.
All in all a fantastic trip. Mieko and I had fun and seems like Klondike had a blast, though it wiped him out – he pretty much crashed for two full days after we returned home. But he is entirely back now, and if anything more alert and more insistent that his pack stay together than ever.