A few days into one

View from the Point Reyes Lighthouse

The last couple of days have been good, but have had a couple of unexpected turns. A minor injury occurred (not with us, but with Sam’s family) the same day the Charleston shooting happened. Perhaps the universe was telling us that the trip was winding down, or maybe I was just missing Vegas and ready to head home. Either way, Sam’s family left early, and we left the day after.

Latte Love in Point Reyes Station

Diane's heart-shaped latte foam!

We woke up this morning knowing we were going to take the dogs to the beach to get them some exercise. But when I looked outside, I was absolutely convinced that it was raining outside. I guess I'm still not used to the early morning fog here on the coast. Vegas has rubbed off on me in funny ways. Once we got moving, we realized that days don't go quite the way we planned, but different can be better...

A Moment of Silence

I am updating this blog post because I cannot quite fathom what happened today in Charleston. I can't reread how I spent my day, and put that in context with how others spent theirs. I have decided to move the Point Reyes blog information to another post. Instead I take a breath and a moment of silence. I felt I needed to add this and acknowledge my privileges in this world. I'm so sorry to the families and to the community who has been affected by this horrific event.  

Drive from Santa Cruz to Point Reyes National Seashore

Photo from Bay Area's Most Scenic Drives

The whole point of this trip was to meet Sam's family at Olema Campground in California. They have a tradition of staying at this campground and doing some great hiking. Well, with the grace of Sam's driving, we are here! Yesterday's tour from Santa Cruz to Point Reyes National Seashore was a bit hilarious. We took the best route which was through Marin County on Sir Francis Drake. As Sam drove the twisty roads (and made sure to pull over and let faster traffic zoom around us), I giggled that the road cyclist next to us was taking the hill faster than we were... I'm not even kidding about that. This route is a beautiful cyclists' haven that runs through Marin County and passes through the Samuel P. Taylor state park. Huge redwoods dwarf the road, and for a moment, even made our RV feel tiny. We didn't bring our bikes this time, but I could totally see Sam doing this someday... Anyway, we made it to Olema! More adventures to come!

Out and about in Santa Cruz

Boardwalk at Santa Cruz!

So if I were to write about yesterday, which I am, I would write about Santa Cruz.
Let’s be honest. I am not a beach girl. I would love to be because there’s something really romantic about it, but I’m just not. Apparently, I’m a desert girl now. My hair hates humidity, and I’ve never been surfing. Anyway, Santa Cruz, in case you didn’t know, is a surfing’ town. Kind of boho-surfing-hippie-yet-fun-random-California-breezy.

Whalin' then Bailin'

Sam looking for whales in the harbor

No, not bailing the boat!

Sam and I have never been whale watching so we decide that this was a perfect opportunity to go.  I didn't  know this, but Monterey Bay has a thriving underwater environment that provides a feeding ground for the marine life that migrate up and down the coast. This time of year, the humpback whales are doing their thing, eating krill, anchovies, sardines, and other fish. Now, being a midwestern girl, I had studied all those nice BALEEN whales in elementary school--even memorized a bunch of food that they eat, but I had never, ever, seen one before... well, except for our family's non-politically correct trip to Seaworld when I was about ten...

The Coast with the Most

This post is going to be really quick because our WiFi in Santa Cruz is minimal and rather temperamental. After all the talk about water in the valley, we are now in the Santa Cruz area. Watsonville to be exact. In fact, we just reunited our strawberries to its place of birth.

Our "tight" spot!

We're staying at the Santa Cruz/Monterrey KOA, and so far it's beautiful. It's tucked up in the hills above the coast, and our site backs up to a preservation area. Speaking of backing up, you should have seen Sam's skills. I'm sure outsiders thought we were "that couple" with Sam telling me, "If you can't see my mirrors, I can't see you!" but it worked, and we're parked in a really neat spot.