This time last year I was sojourning up in Lake Tahoe at a family cabin. Santa Cruz had been socked in for two months straight with fog and overcast that never lifted. By August, I was crazy and heat starved. I packed up and left. Traveling always gives me perspective in that I appreciate even more what I have where I live. The Tahoe humidity was so low that I was literally dessicated after a month. That certainly gave me a true appreciate for how much fog agrees with my skin and curly hair. It is a moisture air bath just to go out and get the paper every morning.
I would never give up the beach for more sun. There is something comforting to be able to wear the same clothes summer and winter...just change from summer flip-flops to winter Ugg boots. Although some people wear both year round. It is so mild and pleasant that the jolt of an occasional earthquake is even a good wake-up call.
I am liking August in Santa Cruz. There seems to be an endless round of art and music festivals, wharf to somewhere runs, surf contests at Opal Cliffs, 26th Avenue, and Steamers, and of course the street entertainment on Pacific Avenue. Now that dogs are allowed there for the 1st time in 35 years (merchants are looking for customers anyway they can get them), the amusement is compounded.
I would never give up the beach for more sun. There is something comforting to be able to wear the same clothes summer and winter...just change from summer flip-flops to winter Ugg boots. Although some people wear both year round. It is so mild and pleasant that the jolt of an occasional earthquake is even a good wake-up call.
I am liking August in Santa Cruz. There seems to be an endless round of art and music festivals, wharf to somewhere runs, surf contests at Opal Cliffs, 26th Avenue, and Steamers, and of course the street entertainment on Pacific Avenue. Now that dogs are allowed there for the 1st time in 35 years (merchants are looking for customers anyway they can get them), the amusement is compounded.
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