Well, the endless summer is just that – endless. Here in Santa Cruz it peaked at 78° F, with stiff winds coming from the east. A “hay fire” counties away brought a dreaded smoky haze to the city, but no one took notice.
That smoke in the air brings about a primal fear in me, going back to the Santa Susana Mountains in the 1980’s, when a plea for help to rescue some horses almost got me, and the horses, toasted alive.
I started the morning with breakfast at my favorite beach hangout, thanks to its proximity to my temporary dwelling. Then I washed the salt off my car, and headed north to Greyhound Rock.
Only one photo is published here but many were taken. Only me, a beach camping couple with a dog, and those two who managed to get to the rock were there. Awesome.
The Sunday surfing crowd was really crowded.
I can’t imagine what summer must be like. Oh well, weekend over, back to building an automatous electric flying taxi.
