Judith Lautner (judith) wrote,
Judith Lautner

OtRwC Day 6, Part 1: remembering New Cuyama

Yesterday morning after breakfast I went out the restaurant by another door. I was hoping to find the pool I had read about. But the webpage that mentioned the pool was out of date; the Buckhorn has no website as far as I can tell (I didn't actually ask, oddly enough). It was a site called totalescape.com that said yes, there is a pool.  I saw no pool. I figured it had been filled in, but I could not find a location that looked likely. It isn't as if they smooth things over there.

A little later I walked a bit around the neighborhood. The Buckhorn looks like this from the street:

Across the street is this sign:

It's a beauty, I think.  Especially the spelling of "finally".

I peeked behind that wall that has the sign about menudo and posole, and lo!

I found the pool! The color of it didn't look quite right to me so I didn't go for a swim.

Just down the street from the Buckhorn is the grocery market. It's a general store, actually, the kind I dearly love. Everything is in there. I bought a beach towel to use in Bullet's carrier as an alternate to the small blanket. I could have bought window curtains, plumbing fixtures, freshly-cooked chicken, even a slice of pizza. I think if I worked there I would be exploring. I know where the bathroom is, too, on top of the stairs. On the outside the store looks like this:

The store is at the far end. The end closest, with the "general merchandise" sign, is empty. It used to be an antique store. How long, I keep wondering, will this place be allowed to remain? How long before the infection that has started with two new houses reaches the main drag and tears it all down? I hope it's a while. A long while.

I went back to my room.

The evening before I had sat in that chair and listened to the birds singing, feeling the cool breeze.

I left at about 8:30 or so. My chance to do some exploring, which I will do here later.
Tags: cats, new house trip, travel

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