The Back Roads of San Juan Valley

I think this was taken on either Lucy Brown Road or Bixby Road. But, then, it could've been Flint Road. This road look familiar to anyone?

Anyone else remember driving down those roads when the fields were mostly apple orchards?

What Direction?

One of these days I'm going to remember to look for this particular spot in Tres Pinos so I can read what the sign says on that building. I had no idea there was a sign until I was cropping this photo. I took it a few months ago, most likely for the fact that the steeple of the Immaculate Conception was peeking over the roof and the birds were flying by high above it.

. . .And we have lift off

I know the "mission" in Mission Cafe refers to Mission San Juan Bautista. But, every time I look at the restaurant's sign, I think of space exploration.

A Model Railroad

Did you happen to see the elaborate model railroad at the San Benito County Fair this year? Or, last year? Or, maybe the year before? The San Juan Pacific Model Railroaders lay out their miniature world of fun in a large room.  It's so worth a visit to the fair just to see the model trains at work. Toot! Toot!

Bolado Park Golf Club

On a whim, the Husband and I decided to pull into the Bolado Park Golf Club, just off of Highway 25, a bit south of Tres Pinos. Neither of us play golf, but that wasn't going to stop us from possibly hitting a bucket of balls on the driving range.

Hundreds of years ago when I was a Hollister Haybaler,  I played a round of golf once on the 9-hole course. The girl PE teachers thought it would be a good experience for us girls to top off our quarter in golf with a game on an actual golf course. I remember hitting quite a few divots into the air.

The Bolado Park Golf Club is a public golf course. It was established in the late 1920s. It was Hollister's first golf course. For more information, check out the golf course's Web site. You can also find a couple of  videos of people playing there in the 1940s.

As for the Husband and me on the day of our visit, we rented (correct word?) a small bucket of golf balls for $3. Three bucks! What a deal for a bit of fun. We didn't have any golf clubs, but the lovely lady running the show let us borrow a few of them that were lying around the shop.

The Husband did quite well hitting the balls down the drive for only the second or third time in his life. Me, I managed to hit only one divot into the air. Pretty good, I say.