A beautiful art deco facility home to the sport of kings and the legendary Seabiscuit, Santa Anita Park has been home to horse racing since it opened in 1934. Located near the base of the San Gabriel Mountains, Santa Anita has always held a great place in my heart. I came here often with my sister and former brother-in-law when I was growing up and my sister would let me “bet” on the horses. I’d get a dollar for every race I “won” and I could spend it in the gift shop. Needless to say, I didn’t win that often, but it was still great fun to me. I loved watching the horses saddle up in the stalls and walk the walking ring. Like many girls, I loved horses, so this thrill was just an extension of my childhood fantasies of owning a horse.
The Racing Experience
I wanted to spend A Day at the Races and introduce my Little Man to Santa Anita, so off we went. We reserved a box in the Clubhouse (not as expensive as you may think – about the same per person as a ticket to the Arclight Cinemas) and plotted who we were going to bet on.
After figuring out our race choices for the first race, I got to introduce Little Man to my beloved walking ring. Unfortunately, he isn’t as horse crazy as I am. But I still got a heart squeeze from it. They are just beautiful. We scurried back to our box and listened for the trumpeter to herald the horses onto the track.
Somehow, I managed to pick not one winner, but Little Man picked three! He was very scientific in his choices. He picked Mona Storm because she had storm in her name, just like storm troopers. Hey, it worked better than my looking at odds and how the horses were walking! I was very thankful for our box, as I had a place to sit down and escape the pain of my shoes (I didn’t buy these at Remix
), as well as the stinky cigarette smoke in the grandstand area. Lots of smokers, there.
It was a wonderful trip down memory lane for me and I can’t wait to go back. “And awaaay they go…”