We arrived at Flying Flags where I discovered I had lost my phone. While I, again began to get flustered, My Love went to check-in. I called my phone with his, and someone answered and said it was found in our culdesac. The man who answered was very friendly until the line went dead and I never heard from him again. My Love came back and we were escorted by a surly old man who would not let us choose our spot, to an open grass lot. We were placed in a tiny, awfully located spot. The worst tent spot I have ever been in. Don't be fooled by the wonderful RV section of the campground. The tent area is a giant grass lot, with no trees for shade and sardine packed tent spots. Just big enough for our tent to fit in between the picnic tables, and sit on only your side of the table without brushing up against the next tent. Not to mention, there is no fire pit, but you can rent one for a measly $10 a night. You have got to be kidding me. Oh, and I forgot to mention, that $10 fee is on top of the $28 a night camping fee. No need to say, but we went without a fire. Except for the last night where our kind camping neighbor lent us his fire pit when his family went to bed.
After a horrible start, My Love begged me to be in a better mood for the rest of the weekend and I promised him I would be.
We found a gorgeous antique shop, the Solvang Antique Center, that only had things for the true collectors. The prices were through the roof but the merchandise was beautiful. After spending over an hour in there we were starving.
After a relaxing hour or two, we decided to take our bikes and look for a ride. We found a bike shop that suggested a 12-15 mile ride. So we drove South on the 246 a few miles until we hit Alamo Pintado Road. We parked in one of the shopping centers and began our ride, up Alamo. It was a beautiful ride, fairly flat and easy enough for my novice riding level. Minus the wind that was working against me. But there were amazing vineyards and ranches and old homes to ride by. Finally, we reached a fork in the road where we went right on Grand Avenue, which took us through a little suburban neighborhood and eventually into a little tourist town called Los Olivos. There were some very cute restaurants, live music playing at one. And quite a few antique shops, but they were already closed since it was around 5pm. We turned around and headed back, for a much easier ride going with the wind rather than against it. In total it was only about a 10 mile ride but we took about an hour to do it, stopping in the town to look around a little.
After our ride we went back to the campground to get a nice cool shower, in the gross bathrooms. And cooked hamburgers on the portable stove and went to bed. In the morning we packed up to go home. On the way we took a short detour to the Chumash Casino. Neither of us had ever gambled before so we split a ten dollar bill and hit the slots. And boy that $10 was gone fast!! But it was fun, we got a kick out of it, and some laughs. Worth the $10 for the memory!
All in all, even with the bad start, the trip was great. Spending time walking through the cute Danish streets of Solvang together was so relaxing. And sharing the bike ride with My Love, something he loves to do, was great seeing him so happy. I would definitely do it again! But with some minor changes. ;)
Destination: Solvang, CA
Points of Interest:
Lake Cachuma http://www.countyofsb.org/parks/parks05.aspx?id=13440
Flying Flags Rv Resort and Campground http://www.flyingflags.com/
Solvang Antique Center http://solvangantiques.com/
Viking Garden Restaurant http://www.vikinggardenrestaurant.com/
Solvang Bakery http://www.solvangbakery.com/
Los Olivos http://www.losolivosca.com/
Chumash Casino http://www.chumashcasino.com/Home.aspx
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