I finally achieved a 10 year old dream of visiting Santa Cruz, after hours upon hours spent reading about the surfing, longboarding and skating in general that goes on out there. I wish wish wish I could have had more than an afternoon, but that alone made me a happy girl. This beach was small, and pretty mellow around 3 pm. We rode our bikes along the Pacific ocean for about an hour after eating an orange fleshed honey dew. There were sandy cliffs all along the route, a drop of 30 to 50 feet. Many well worn paths to ocean cut down these cliffs, and at the bottom, in the water, were the surfers responsible. There was one fellow who we passed that epitomized my idealistic picture of Santa Cruz - still in his wetsuit, he rode away on his bike, surfboard under one arm. I was filled with joy.
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