Boulder Creek: Home At Last

Santa Barbara, I waved thee farewell yesterday.  Boulder Creek, today I am home.  Well, almost; our humble possessions are in the cottage -- the Big Old Truck pulled up to the stop sign in this village just as we arrived in our Honda; we are grateful to Aussie Movers for the transport.  After the moving van left, we came down to Merrybrook Lodge and checked in with Raj, our Annex Manager.  He loves us; he knows he'll have a continuous font of business at this hostelry now that we've moved in, practically next door.  My sibs drove up behind us, arriving right on time at cocktail hour.  They have the two cottages next door to ours on the creek.  We went to the village for a nice little supper at one of the funkier establishments available; our fave ristorante, Scopazzi's, is closed on Monday/Tuesday, unfortunately.  We slept peacefully and deeply to the lullaby of the creek waters -- after all the pushing we have done over the past several weeks to get packed up and checked out of Santa Barbara.  This morning, we are rejoicing in just being here in our mountain greenery, with the sun filtering through the cool branches of the redwoods; and we've decided to declare a victory in the Moving Anschluss; we're going to book this cabin for another night, and put off the unpacking and moving-in for a couple of days of rest.  Today is my brother's 70th birthday: reason to blow the shofar and proclaim a feast.  We'll take a picnic lunch up to Big Basin, the first California State Park -- where the deer and the antelope play (well, at least does and fawns come up to your table and beg a sandwich!)  We'll hug a few trees, in Teri's honor -- and maybe a fawn or two -- and soak up the beauty.  Love to all of you -- you have made this possible.