Santa Cruz has been a good visit but my liver is protesting the ceaseless hospitality and it’s time to move on. It’s been a great visit but both of us are ready to do some more exploring.
I met up with my first friend who lived aboard in the harbor when I got started around 1985 I think it was. Ric still lives on his 27 foot Albin Vega and says he sees no reason to change. He is truly content after all these years. He is semi retired but still takes on boat repair jobs occasionally so I gave him the full walk through of GANNET2 and it’s systems. He agreed that 25 years ago the sophisticated technology aboard my van just didn’t exist. We had a good time eating sandwiches under the pale California sun and talking nonsense as old men do. It was great.
We are leaving Santa Cruz on Wednesday afternoon according to Layne’s intricate plan. I’m out of words and I have not many pictures that inspire me from this stop. Perhaps I am too close to the subject. Perhaps I want to see something new. Perhaps that’s the same thing.
I’ve enjoyed hanging round the harbor and walking Rusty between meals.
He was fascinated by the sea lion on the dock next to Tim’s boat. Not interested in taking the creature on but he watched its progress closely as it slipped through the water:
I shall miss my friends, as will Layne and she will miss her hang out Trader Joe’s in Capitola:
Rusty will miss couch surfing:
We are looking to see more cool summer skies as we drive to more mooch docking in Seattle.
A blog reader suggested Highway 36 in Northern California so that’s in the agenda and I’ve found some possibly enjoyable coastal boondocking on California’s northern coast.
Layne’s camerawork above and below at Waddell Beach.
Clean tidy Santa Cruz.
More driving ahead. I can’t wait.
Ice Cream Grade where I used to mountain bike in the Santa Cruz Mountains:
The pie shop on Highway One north of Santa Cruz.
