In downtown L.A. or S.F. you can find great museums that take you back to a different time in California. SB has an excellent little historical museum too, and strolling the exhibits you’re transported to the past. But away from cities it often seems you’re actually in those earlier times.
1191 Hidden Valley
Though it’s quaint and winding compared with California’s monotonous I-5 corridor, even the 101 freeway has bypassed the slower pace of Hwy.1 that meanders through a hidden valley toward Lompoc. Timeless rock outcrops near the road take you back far beyond the pastoral hay fields of early settlers to a day when indigenous peoples roamed here.
1192 Rock Talk
Sitting in the shade of those oaks that the settlers sheltered under, you can study the same ancient marks they did and dream of forgotten fireside stories under the stars. A time when magic moved in the sunlight and danger stalked the darkness. When storytellers were personal friends and family, and collaboration was the highest value.
Passing through this reflective realm we emerge over Lompoc where fields of color fade to the misty beach, and loops of river unravel to the sea.
1194 Misty Moment
Advancing to the last century, our landing is greeted by Piper Cubs designed when one of the Wright brothers was still a leading aviation expert.
1195 Cub Brothers
As a boy, on summer nights I felt the quick blush and long pause of an airport beacon on my bedroom wall. Standing tall out there in the dark a silent sentinel, searching for lost planes like these. Offering a safe and welcoming place for plane and pilot to sleep, back in a time before digital navigation. Within sight of a time when only people in the biggest cities had lost the protection of the Milky Way and countless constellations on brilliantly starry nights, and flying was the realm of dreamers.
John & Anne Wiley 
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