We drove down the coast Wednesday afternoon; there were practically gail force winds flattening the waves, swirling the sand on beaches. When we got to Davenport Landing, the wind had dropped, and in Santa Cruz, it was glassy (and flat).
I love Santa Cruz. Even with all the heavy duty changes since I lived there off and on in the ’50s, it’s still my kinda town. The temp and the water are 5-10 degrees warmer than San Francisco, just a touch of SoCal…makes me want to get on the beach, in the water.
That evening, my son Will took his 3-year-old Maceo on one of his (Will’s) longboards, and the 3 of us skated down a gentle slope. Will put a pic of us on his Facebook page, here. A couple of his neighbors were out watching us and Will told them, I don’t know if I’m more worried about my 3-year-old son or my 79-year-old dad.