60 Hours in Santa Cruz

Cool morning fog
Slightly damp redwoods
Deserted trails
Santa Cruz co-eds
Whirling, charging, launching bodies over green, unfathomable waves
Beach cruisers, full suspension, skateboards
Sliding, gliding, weaving along the edge of the world
Downtown bumping and grinding
Erotica
Strong, athletic capoeira dancers
Beautiful blond swiss indian hipster-challenged beach boy
A night full of energy
Rocks, cliffs, water crashing and churning

Miles of beach ahead
Darkness, sunset
Orange, red, pink and blue
Riding by feel, by fear, by trust
Ocean to redwoods and back again
Sounds, smells, sights, stillness
Land of Medicine
Say a prayer
Aptos, Soquel, Seascape, Capitola
Each blurring into the next
Cowell's magnificent as daylight fades

Santa Cruz
Subarus
Mailboxes
West Ridge
Pull up on the pedals, pick a wave, avoid the rocks
You can do it.
Pack a bag, grab a coffee
Go. Repeat. Again.
Food, fire, warmth, shelter, passion
Desire
To stay and contemplate another day

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