Here is Sunday, which was a Great Day, we both concurred; plus a bit of Monday to finish up.
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| It's 4 a.m. and we are hiking up to the Observation Deck in the Henry Cowell State Park to watch the day come on and the sunrise. |
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| The sand-dunes we walked through were of interest; like walking on a sandy beach. |
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| Drinking faucet for horses |
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| Venus and the Moon were the only real light at first |
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| the sky began to lighten |
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| Color changes began to occur |
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| and after a slow, enjoyable series of changing colors, the sun rose. |
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| Plain but good-hearted Observation Deck. |
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| Back down the trail we can now see and appreciate |
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| This white-flower bush was all over, and so pretty. |
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| After breakfast and a short nap, we headed to the Boardwalk to ride the train to Roaring Camp and back. |
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| Me ready to go! |
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| Jeffery also enthusiastic. |
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| Our ride; front seats! |
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| close-up of the lamps |
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| Here we go! Right down the street by the Boardwalk. |
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| Right into the traffic, which must part like waters to let us through |
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| The Dream Inn overlooks the Boardwalk, Wharf and beach |
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| Down through the neighborhoods, under a bridge, and now, through a semi-long tunnel |
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| After crossing a trestle bridge, we had to run along and cross the highway. |
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| Me waving. All along the way, people were waving at us excursioneers, and it made the trip more fun. |
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| Jeffery's attempt to make us sick; the route was pretty much straight up on one side of the train, and straight down on the other. |
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| We cross the San Lorenzo River |
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| Looking down from the bridge from the train's open car |
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| Roaring Camp, where we'll have lunch while the train gets turned around. |
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| Barbeque sandwich, corn on the cob, coleslaw, beans, a drink, and two marshmellows to toast was our lunch |
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| This is the steam engine that runs through the redwoods up to Bear Mountain. We want to do that excursion, too. |
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| To show how steep the canyon walls were; several of us touched the branches from the train. |
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| Every train I was ever on, except maybe Edaville, took me through some industrial sections of town. |
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| This train crossing warning sigh is called a "wig-wag" because it swings back and forth like a clock pendulum while the bell rings. No safety arm comes down. |
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| Back to the Beach |
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| It's a beautiful day |
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| It's a busy day on the Boardwalk |
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| We have decided to take the famous wooden roller coaster, the Giant Dipper, before heading to our hotel |
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| This photo from May gives you an idea of how foolish we are for riding this roller coaster, but we just had to do it. |
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| This photo of the official photo moment shows how much I was enjoying the ride. I had to close my eyes, and simply endure the horror until it was over. I'm glad I did it, but I'll never do it again. Even Jeffery admitted it was scary. |
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| As we're walking back to our car, the train comes up the street one last time for the day; heading back to Roaring Camp |
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| Umbrella photo for the collection |
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| This is a building in Watsonville California at 6:30 a.m. as I head home on Monday |
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| Here's another pretty building in Watsonville. |
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| my strange sense of humor |
We sure did have a good time together, got some exercise and some freckles, ate good food, and enjoyed simply being with eachother. Our next adventure on the calendar is High Sierra Music Festival!
