Though as warm there in January as it is in Wisconsin today, the amusement park on the beach was absolutely empty. We barely found a place to have lunch.
Carousels, merry go rounds, arcades, cotton candy, and more! All closed. Dead. I think there was a guy sort of wandering half lost on a golf cart. Probably making sure we weren't up to no good.
Again, closed.
Santa Cruz had some beautiful houses. Not gaudy or ostentatious, nor small or derelict, just beautiful.
Dream Inn from the mini bay in the bay. Also the practice zone before surfers go for it in the big time.
Kat couldn't have been happier in Santa Cruz. The appropriate size tourist town.
Cliffs = dangerous. Really? That needs a sign? Really?
Victory!! Or, he's shouting at someone who was in the way of his ride.
The beach, the mountains, Northern California is something else.
A spot for quiet contemplation.
A few interesting cliff carvings.
Once upon a time this were called bridge rock by the locals. I wonder if they call it collapsed bridge rock now?
Dream house much? Big balconies, white picket fence, ocean views. Sweet.
Enjoy, jon
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