We all saw the Pacific for the first time together on Saturday. The Santa Cruz Boardwalk is about an hour South. I don’t know much about Santa Cruz, but I really liked driving through the town, everyone outdoors and biking, the yellow street lamps, and so close to a beautiful drive up the coast.
Savannah is fearless. She loved the waves splashing her in the face, in 62 degree weather, and begged to go back in the water. Then she rode the big music fest ride (not the kiddie version). It’s the one that turns in a circle, on a couple of little hills. Then it goes backward. It doesn’t look like much, but it took my stomach pretty good when I rode it 20 years ago. She had a corn dog in her stomach, not yet settled. I wondered if it would wind up on Daddy’s lap, who chaperoned her on the ride. She finished the ride smiling though.
Seth was cutest flying the little airplane. He’s struck by airplanes right now, hearing them, finding them in the sky, begging to get out of his car seat to see them before they disappear in the tree line.
It was a normal outing for Arwen, except the sand. She sat and stood and walked and thought about the sand a little with a scrunched up face. She’s our fairy princess. She warmed up to it eventually and walked around surprisingly well. When she first heard the people on the rides screaming and watched their legs dangling, she pointed and fussed at us, looking between us and the screaming people. After a few more bites of her baby food, and the fact that we weren’t upset by the screaming people, she still looked between us and the screaming people, only now she pointed and laughed.
The drive up was the prettiest I’ve seen. Autumn in CT is beautiful. The views we saw Saturday though are just about year round. Some of the hills and marshy land off hwy. 1 looked like something to me out of a Tolkein novel, or maybe it would be Steinbeck. I’d like to go back that way before summer’s over.
