

We woke up to the usual foggy summer morning in Santa Cruz. Regardless, the children begged to go to the beach. And why not? With our schedule wide open, we could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. So to the beach we went.
There was one man on the beach, conversing with mother nature and practicing tai chi. Ah, to be back in the land of all things alternative, I thought!
It was not warm at the beach, and we were not well dressed (the only fall back to traveling light) for the cool temperature. But the kids were too excited to care. They looked for treasures, yearned to explore, and were thrilled to be free.
We traversed a small estuary that ran into the ocean, and followed a foot-path to a washed up log. A great blue heron flew by, so elegantly and quietly. Both children gasped in amazement, and reminisced about our beloved Blue Heron farm back in Massachusetts.
The sun emerged later in the morning, just in time for us to swim in the pool, and frolicked with friends. It was another perfect day to be back in Santa Cruz.
























