Past Trips – California – I Feal The Need, The Need For …. [10]

FLAGs – but not quite yet.

I had loaded up my stuff into the Jeep and was ready to head off.  When Mitch had completed his run back to Santa Barbara center and back, had some breakfast and freshened up, we were ready to move on.

We took the small side roads down to the coast at Santa Barbara, having not made it that far by foot the day before, when dinner was calling and time had run itself down a little more than expected.

Route Map Picture
Santa Barbara Coast
Santa Barbara Man Sleeping Beech
Santa Barbara - Beach Hut Santa Barbara Crud On The Beach

While the skies were overcast, it was still a surprisingly unenticing sort of a beach.  Though not for the gulls who seemed quite at home among the general organic crud that was washed up about the place.  The over cast skies

Route One California Big Sur Route Map
Route – Pretty Much

The intention was not too remain here, just to take a look around before moving on – we move on.  It was Morning and the way that driving days went had somehow already set itself, in the morning hours and earlier parts of the day Mitch was driving, the second half of the days I drove, it was the general way of things.  Today the afternoon had a particularity interesting promise about it, i was already looking forward to it.

Hills And Clouds California

Side Roads CA Side Roads CA 2

There seemed to be evidence of the drought which the local chap had spoken off on the flight over, on the map there was a lake, in reality there was a some water when viewed from a certain angle, it was off in the distance but what had clearly once been Cachuma lake (according to the maps) was now grassed over in away that suggested that water had not occupied that space for quite some time.

Cachuma Lake Santa Barbara CA-154 Dried Out Water Free Cachuma Lake

Old Farming Equipment CaliforniaOld School Rusted Farming Equiptment CaliforniaUPS Lorry Roadtrip California

Farming Fields CACalifornia Brown Dust Fields

Farming Dust BrownTrucks Trains Rural California Freight Train California California Train Park Freight

At this point one thing was clear – no a few thing were and they related to the radio, the first was there was a whole lot of stations.. stations specialising in genres – Rock, Country, probably Jazz & Classical somewhere – stations dedicated to dedicated to various decades throughout the 19XXs’ .  There were also quite the assortment of more general radio stations, many of them specialising in very little DJ chatter, wall to wall music.  The none driver would take photos, operate the radio and generally look about a bit more than the driver, at this point in the day that was me, the more ardent and photo inclined passenger.

They had stations like this in Austria, where you could wait an hour and around would come a familiar set of tunes, only there weren’t so many to escape into and the music seemed to specialise much more on a particular decade – 80s anyone. We have them in the UK also to be fair only there are more adverts, the DJs alter the running order a bit but they go and talk and share all the interesting things.. given the scarcity of interesting things they could think about offering up less of them at any one time.

The second radio and music based point that was becoming clear was, that all the station jumping fine DJ work done by the co-pilot / person with no defined role at this time – but enjoying the chilling out – would eventually lead to one of a few places.  Lead among these few places, was one song that rose above all others, as it seemed evident that at any given time it would be enthusiastically lining itself up on one or more radio stations, to be next on the rolling play cycle..   The default theme song, popcorn chipper in the sunshine backing track to the road trip, the inescapable tune that would not be avoided.

At around about this point in the journey one thing else was about to become clear, there were a whole lot of people who were well into their flags around here.  One flag in particular, their seemed to be quite the group think going on with regard to this particular topic.

They have flags in Switzerland and some of them even fly from a flag pole, these are the two levels and they stand quite apart from each other, the person who feels the need to flag up and the person who is so taken with the notion that they go out and get themselves a flag pole erected somewhere on their territory.

In the UK there are some that do the former, as much as i’ve been able to tell they live in Runcorn – except during world cup times.. not that they leave the St George enthusiasts of Runcorn, but more that for this brief  juncture (and it is reliably brief) their numbers swell well beyond these boundaries … after the second group stage match when the denial of inevitable humiliation has ritually passed, those number swiftly deflate once more and shrink back to their dormant dwelling state.

Flag poles, excluding use of radio antenna during world cups, well they are taken to say something about a person.  Few are those who see themselves clear to that sort of thing, except for the government, they do go town with that, state occasional and the Mall in London – it does actually looks quite nice as a flurry of colours.. Guess we had to do something with all those flags once we done using them to go about the place claiming things.

Turkey State Flag Union Jack London Mall London Mall Flag Union Jack

Perhaps then these people were just being prepared, so people like me coming over here would think twice before undoing all that fine work in establishing an independent state by the means of planting one of those Union Jacks (or whatever the Swiss one is called – the inverted red cross) that we keep handy in our back pockets for just such occasions.

This part of the world it was prepared ..

USA Flag on a wall
Where are we … oh yes thanks ..
US Flag On A Pole
I’m where … o .. thats right, so forgetful – thanks.
Star Stripes Flag Town
So we are in the USA then.
Not Canada FLAG TIME
Not Canada – you’re totally sure this isnt Canada?
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