So today was supposed to be Charlie's first exposure to the distinctive California surf culture found only in Santa Cruz. After trekking the 50 miles of highways and roads through the Santa Cruz mountains, we arrived at our favorite beach, Seacliff, about 5 miles south of Santa Cruz. Within minutes of our arrival at the ranger's booth, we were awestruck by an incredible force of nature just out to sea - lightning bolts splitting the sky just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Thus, in the interest of avoiding some type of freak electrocution, we opted to u-turn right out of there and head back home.
The consolation prize for my disappointed kid was a stop off at the San Jose airport to do some jet watching (one of his favorite pastimes.)
To our delight, Charlie seemed to enjoy the outing with us and didn't complain once about being denied a trip to the beach. Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.
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