Woolen Waves

Captain Awesome and I went to visit his cousin, whom I shall call Mikey D, this Sunday in Santa Cruz. Despite a craptastic "blackened" "Mahi Mahi" sandwich at a tourist-feeding dive restaurant, we had a fantastic time and look forward to many more Mikey D weekends.

Walking the cliff paths of Santa Cruz gave us occasion to reminisce to our recent trip to the Timber Cove Inn (google it yourself, I'm at work here!) & Costanoa, our first two of hopefully many isolated Northern California inns. We have discovered a truth universal to our marriage, which is that we are people who prefer to wear sweaters on the beach*. Palm trees are nice, but only at 60 degrees.

*This is not a nudity thing, but the curious cast populating the nude beach we walked by did nothing to dissuage us.