Santa Cruz
Jay is in town for ZendCon, but on Sunday we had nothing to do. I suggested taking the long way to Santa Cruz, forgetting that he had been sitting all day. An hour and a half of white knuckle mountain roads later, we were at the beach. I really have to thank Jay for going with and patiently gripping the “oh shit” handle without complaint while I tried to drive us off of cliff after cliff.
I had a really good time, and the drive back took like half an hour — maybe forty minutes, but I missed a turn and went ten minutes out of our way.
It blows my mind that this is all just a half hour away. That’s like driving from Minneapolis to Stillwater, except worthwhile. Oh, the humanity!
For some reason, it makes me extremely happy to see you two doing stuff together. The only thing that bums me out at the same time is that I’m not able to join you.
Dude! Beach party h0bbel! WANT