After Solvang and before we headed back for an evening in Santa Barbara we went to Cold Springs Tavern on Stagecoach Road, off of the San Marco's pass. How BEAUTIFUL. We were planing on grabing a snack at the resturant there but the kitchen was closed untill dinner time and the only building open was the Tavern.

Cold Springs is a place that Stagecoaches used to stop at for some food and sprits before heading back on their journey. Often bandits would wait along the trail for the Wells Fargo covered wagon to stop and would rob the driver of the contents. None the less the Cold Springs Tavern had remained a well known place for crosscountry bikers to stop and rest in breathtaking beauty. I saw some really big "momercycles."

Again Mom couldn't stop snapping pictures of the scenery. Auntie Mona said that Grandma Mary Lou used to think of Idaho when she saw Cold Springs. She was SURE RIGHT. Mom was taken back and said the air even smelled like her Great Aunt Nancy and Great Uncle Bob's lake cabin up in Northern Idaho. She said the moss, the sights, sounds, everything was reminding her of Idaho. Even the damp ground that made a squish as we walked was great. Dad thought it was neet to have a glimps of what Idaho would be like, I did too. Some day we hope to get there to meet more of my wonderful family.