Today was my little town’s Founder’s Day Celebration. Unfortunately I missed most of the activities because we were working on my car, but we managed to get downtown and see a couple classic cars, listen to an elderly gentleman play his squeezebox for passersby, and heard a ladies acapella quartet singing for diners in the outdoor portion of one of the restaurants. All winter this sleepy little town lay dormant, and today was full of sunshine and opportunities. A few of the shops were open early with clearance sales as they restock with this years best stuff, but most importantly, House of Flavors was open for business. Ice cream!
Previously the House of Flavors was a bit of a cramped space, an aisle in the center from the door to the counter, a few tables on each side of the aisle, and a giant mirror on one of the walls. All of that is still there, but the restaurant is now twice the size with twice the amount of ice cream choices! It looks wonderful inside, and the crew is amazing. Remember to tip when you go for a visit, they live at your vacation destination!
After ice cream, we roamed the downtown streets. There was a classic car there whose door handles resemble a handlebar mustache, and her owner sat nearby playing old Italian music on his squeezebox. The owners of Cosmic Candy were busily readying up the most amazing candy store in the world for the season, but it was not open for business just yet. Soon! And they will have an amazing crew as well, ready to serve up the best popcorn and widest variety of nostalgic candies ever presented. Can you tell I am excited for that? Well, I am.
A little further up the street we hear the acapella voices of a ladies quartet floating off the patio of the Gull’s Landing, where in the midst of summer they have live music as well as the quartets. Many of the art galleries were open and ready for business, with handmade driftwood art and original ornaments galore. My sister saw the Police Department for the first time as we approached the air center to add air to a bike tire. It’s the tiniest, most adorable police station I have ever seen, and home to the first set of “borrow-able bikes” as well as the bike repair station. For free, you can air up your tires, or use the repair station itself with a variety of tools attached and a place to put our bike upside down for ease of use. And there is a public restroom right there as well for your convenience.
The temperature dropped as we crossed the street to gaze over the lake, not the big lake, but the town lake, a popular fishing destination. Led Zeppelin blared through the loudspeakers at the cafe as we ambled by slowly, listening to Kashmir flowing through the air. With a deep breath in and a slow breath out I came to realize how magical this place can be, and I wonder why I didn’t hang out here more when I was a teenager. Back then I was only interested in the fun that rolled into Silver Lake I suppose; all the Jeeps, dune buggies, and cute boys. Now, 20 plus years later, I find the fun coming from the live music on the green, the sandy beach and bright blue green lake, the rolling hills in the cemetery, the Tuscan inspired architecture, the fantastic history of the place.
And the morbid side of me likes the macabre facts I have dug up about the place, which I will share with you one story at a time. In another blog post. Subscribe for email updates! And stay tuned for the story of the death of B.O. Sands, a lumber baron from the early days of the area.
P.S. When the day completely ended and I had my shower, I discovered I got my very first sunburn of the year, and I couldn’t have been happier!