In Santa Barbara over the weekend I came upon a scene that was like something out of the apocalypse. Waterborne tornadoes had apparently ripped half a dozen sailboats from their offshore moorings and deposited them unceremoniously on the beach, forcing countless joggers to unceremoniously reroute.
I’ve still got The Road on the brain, so I climbed aboard and ransacked their galleys — made off with some choice canned vegetables and a flare gun.
Yep, this one was decidedly different than Mission Mission’s last trip to Santa Barbara. More wreckage after the jump:
