A few weekends ago we met friends in Santa Cruz. We caught a few solid rides before the tide turned on us and we decided to head in. We ate lunch at The Picnic Basket. In a land of corn dogs and funnel cakes, they serve beautiful local food. I don’t turn my nose up at funnel cake, but something so fresh and good on the boardwalk was a nice surprise. After we finished eating we still had time on the meter so we walked around the neighborhood.
The meter ran out and we parted ways. Jordan and I drove up the coast as the fog rolled back in. We stopped to get strawberries and artichokes. We listened to Eat a Peach. It felt like summer.