Hoedown for What? A Trip to the Dude Ranch in Solvang, CA
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Hey, dude! Last week we went to a dude ranch – Alisal Resort and Spa in Solvang, Calif.
But wait, before we get to that, I’ll take a moment to preview coming content.
I’ve been receiving conflicting feedback on here. The facts: entries have been intermittent and brief of late. The intermittence was a function of stress, exhaustion and time; the brevity a function of those things too but also a conscious attempt to move toward a snappier style in this disposable world. You told me I was supposed to be putting more pictures and GIFs! If this Instagrammated world has taught us anything, it’s that you can never have too many of those (provided they aren’t in such excess that the page times out or carpal ruin is caused).
But on the other hand, Deepak complained that my latest Italy posts dispensed with an 8-city itinerary in a facile flash of iPhone photos and commentary that was shallower than Caligula’s affection for Tiberius. What!
While we mull over these warring analyses, let’s just get back to chronicling of 2014 as I attempt futilely to register my own life before the dementia takes hold.
On Friday, we arrived at the ranch. Tucked into the Santa Ynez Valley, Alisal Resort is a 10,000 acre property given over to leisure activities, including fishing, wagon rides, horseback riding, etc. It was just as kitschy as you’d expect. Decor was gingham-heavy; meals emphasized the bounty of life on a ranch (and the prodigious expanse of one’s posterior after consuming same).