- Fizzy Thoughts: Saturday in Santa Cruz

Saturday in Santa Cruz

Monday, June 18, 2007

Too bad the Santa Cruz housing market is comparable to Morro Bay. Otherwise, Hamburger and I would have the house for sale and be packing our bags. Santa Cruz was seriously gorgeous this weekend. A bit of morning fog, as you can see in this crappy picture that is supposed to show the pier and the boardwalk, but the gloom soon burned off and left perfect weather behind.

Saturday morning we started the day with the obligatory surf check at Steamer's Lane. HB checked out the surf, I checked out the old lighthouse building, which is now a surf museum:

It wasn't open yet, so we didn't see anything. And the waves weren't doing much of anything, in case you were wondering. So we headed off to the boardwalk to catch the train:
The train left from the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and went backwards down a one-way street, terrorizing cars along the way. Okay, maybe not, but I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be driving down that street. After we cleared a path through boardwalk traffic, the trained cruised through the streets of old Santa Cruz, stopping traffic with old wigwag signals. From there, we went through a very, very, very, dark 1875 tunnel that is about a 1/4 mile long. It was pitch black in that train as we went through the tunnel...until the bozos started playing with their cell phones and cameras. After that, the train chugged up into the hills to Roaring Camp, passing through the redwoods of Henry Cowell State Park, along the San Lorenzo River, across Highway 1 (where the traffic stops for the train) and over some very old bridges. The trip took about an hour, and then we had an hour to explore Roaring Camp (it can be done in 15 minutes) before boarding for the return trip. Which was almost downhill all the way. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

After we got back to Santa Cruz, we walked around the boardwalk. We had plans to ride the Giant Dipper, but the line was long and the crowds horrendous. So we parked ourselves at an outside bar with really bad margaritas and even worse service. After more walking around, our traditional dinner at the Las Palmas Taco Bar, and yet more walking around, we finally decided we weren't going to make it to the 9pm fireworks (in celebration of the boardwalk's 100th year). Besides, I was peopled out.

Sunday, on the drive home, we stopped at Moss Landing to walk over the dunes to see the ocean. HB had heard there was a good wave there, but had never seen it. The beach looks almost identical to Morro Bay's Atascadero State Beach, minus our rock, of course. There's even the power plant in the background, except it's missing a stack. I've always thought Moss Landing was a butt-ugly town, but it does have a beautiful ocean view.

Oh, and HB said he had weird dreams Saturday night. I was actually riding with him on the back of his motorcycle (hell must've been frozen over), and we had Elmo bungee-corded on the back. When we got to wherever we were going, Elmo was gone. Luckily, we found him a few feet away in the parking lot. Poor Elmo.

1 comment(s):

MackAttack said...

Jillo - nice post! It was fun to hear about your weekend. I'm glad you two had such a nice time! My vacation week is going well too, Marissa is graduated and moved home!
Talk to you soon,
Mack

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