We just got back from a delightful trip to the Santa Cruz area which had more changes in the itinerary than there were people on the Santa Cruz beach. Or at least it seemed that way. We call it being flexible. Unfortunately, flexibility means different things to a 60 year old man and a 6 year old boy. But I won't even discuss the original plans since the changes were all made for a good reason.
Leaving Sacramento early Friday morning, we got to Scott's Valley just in time to drive over to Roaring Camp, eat lunch, and walk around the place a while. There wasn't much going on there for a summer afternoon. Maybe more happens on the weekend but if not, this isn't much for a tourist attraction.
They did have a few ducks to watch and some old cabooses to admire from a distance. We're a little jaded from having in Sacramento one of the best railroad museums in the country.
The train finally got underway for what was supposed to be an hour ride down the mountain to the heart of Santa Cruz - the Boardwalk. The trip was narrated although difficult at times to understand. And it took about 45 minutes. The track itself is spectacular, at times laying on a sheer dropoff that makes you hope they've set in good footings. And along the way there are great views of virgin redwood forests as well as second and third generation harvested redwood forests.
We almost had to walk onto the Boardwalk to get off the train which explains the puzzled sound on the telephone of the train representative when we asked where by the Boardwalk we would pick up the other leg of the train ride. She said, "You can't NOT see the train from anywhere on the Boardwalk."
We convinced the kids that it was pretty late in the day to take in the Boardwalk (minimum price for rides is 4 tickets = $3). So instead, for the hour that we were there we all walked out to the part of the beach where the waves were breaking. The dry part of the beach seemed much wider than in Long Beach but the wet part was narrower. There was almost no room for any body or board surfing.
Leaving Sacramento early Friday morning, we got to Scott's Valley just in time to drive over to Roaring Camp, eat lunch, and walk around the place a while. There wasn't much going on there for a summer afternoon. Maybe more happens on the weekend but if not, this isn't much for a tourist attraction.
They did have a few ducks to watch and some old cabooses to admire from a distance. We're a little jaded from having in Sacramento one of the best railroad museums in the country.
The train finally got underway for what was supposed to be an hour ride down the mountain to the heart of Santa Cruz - the Boardwalk. The trip was narrated although difficult at times to understand. And it took about 45 minutes. The track itself is spectacular, at times laying on a sheer dropoff that makes you hope they've set in good footings. And along the way there are great views of virgin redwood forests as well as second and third generation harvested redwood forests. 
We almost had to walk onto the Boardwalk to get off the train which explains the puzzled sound on the telephone of the train representative when we asked where by the Boardwalk we would pick up the other leg of the train ride. She said, "You can't NOT see the train from anywhere on the Boardwalk."
We convinced the kids that it was pretty late in the day to take in the Boardwalk (minimum price for rides is 4 tickets = $3). So instead, for the hour that we were there we all walked out to the part of the beach where the waves were breaking. The dry part of the beach seemed much wider than in Long Beach but the wet part was narrower. There was almost no room for any body or board surfing.
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