Bonfire tonight, down at Castle Beach. It was that lovely crisp and blanketed fog, like the sand was being put to bed by the sky. Fire, sand and sea were all muted and fuzzy-edged, though voices carried clearly across the driftwood strewn beach. I felt as I usually do as I approach a group of friends, very glad to be there, but slightly cocooned, and by-standerish. I think it's a shy thing, or an introverted thing, but often I find myself struggling to be present, and not just a voyeur of my own experience. ("Here I am, with all my friends. I am talking to them. Talk. Talk. And now they are talking back. Interesting.") Being a writer probably doesn't help. Or a reader, I can easily get lulled into treating everything around me as one giant story I'm reading; like the actor who is late for his cue because he's too busy enjoying the play going on around him.Whale Museum
Right above this beach is what's known locally as the Whale Museum, actually the Santa Cruz Museum of Natural History. I went on copious field trips there as a tot, mine was one of the many pudgy little girl fingers poked into the tired sea anemones in the simulated tide pools....Pervy
The really terrible thing though is that my 5th grade class got flashed by some guy as we waited out front for our bus. I think he was chased away by a teacher but I've blocked it out. Growing Up in Santa Cruz, indeed. (Sorry, mum! I don't think I ever told you this....)
But the cement whale out front is perfect for late night scaling and conversation. I heartily recommend it-as well as the tide pools in the museum. Tell the anemones I said hi.