After a full week in Fort Bragg, we woke up on a Sunday morning and got on the road. In spite of its oceanfront location and the beauty of neighboring Mendocino, I never really felt connected with the Fort Bragg community. This was in part due to its remote location, and then probably also due to the small town, close-knit community that takes its time to warm up to newcomers. Regardless, there just wasn't the warmth and openness that would have encourage us to stay a bit longer.
So onto Santa Cruz! What a relief!
After 27 years (I had lived there briefly in 1982 and 1986), it didn’t disappoint. It was still as cheerful and gorgeous as ever. it almost seemed to be smiling when we arrived, gleaming as it was with brilliant California sunshine bouncing sparkles off the water. I was happy to see it hadn’t lost its glow.
There were some surprises as well, all of them connected to my past--an invitation of some kind to untangle some loose threads to better integrate them into the whole.