Vacation - Part Deux.

Yes, i realize it's been, oh....fourteen days since i last said, 'oh i'll post part two of the vacation.' Life, as usual, i allowed to get in my way.

Well, that and watching a lot of infomercials.

Let's get on with this era's version of home movies, shall we?

On our way back home, we did many day trips. One was here in Santa Cruz, where we cruised the Boardwalk, checking out the rides and going on none of them. Apparently, each ride has it's own price - this coaster for example, was, i think, $6 a ride. Daaaaang.

This merry-go-round is over a hundred years old and has (according to the plaque outside)been lovingly refurbished to it's original luster.

I hope when i hit a hundred that i am lovingly refubished to my original luster...whatever that was. Then the Husband took a picture of me. I'm not sure if my look of disgust is because he DID take one of me or that he didn't take the shot vertically...and use the zoom.

I so gotta school him.

It got boring, looking at all the things we didn't want to spend money on. So we moved on to further explore Santa Cruz, and eventually found Mission Santa Cruz.

I have a thing about the California Missions. Absolutely love 'em. Love exploring. Love the history. And yes, love shooting them.

Moving deeper into the hills & woods of Santa Cruz - we found...

THE MYSTERY SPOT OF SANTA CRUZ.

Cool woods. I though to myself, there ain't no way i would be here.by.myself.at.night. Just ain't a-gonna happen.

Freaky. Cool, but freaky.

For those of you asking, if you have ever been to Knott's Berry Farm and remember the old Mystery Shack, well, that's what this is. Only bigger. And more mysterious.

The Husband, reminding me of the old 'Keep on Truckin'' icon from the early 70s.

Your last stop on my vacation is the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo. The rooms are amazing, or so i've been told, but unfortunately, the manager on duty that day was cranky and in need of a Midol. He wouldn't let us look at a room.

Brendan, however, did get a peek at the men's room, where the urinals is water trickling down a stone wall.

Boys get all the fun.

Wish i could've seen more. Oh well, there's always next time...and next trip.

San Francisco via Reno.

Last month - the Husband & i took a road trip to Reno...on the way to San Francisco.

Road trips rock. If you're not driving (me? drive his sacred car? not a chance), you get time to stare out the window, look at farms lining the 99 and think - 'hm..wonder if i can do that in Farmtown/Farmville?'

Then you think - 'my gawd, i need a life.'

Then you finally hit Reno, and your brother & sister in law, their kids and your husband's cousin visiting from Ireland.

Then you get in some pimp photo love.

*sigh*

It's hard to get good shots of him. He's at that age where he'd rather make goofy stupid faces. But sometimes, the stars align and he cooperates and then all i wanna do is shower him with hugs.

But he's at that age. There will be no hugging, especially in front of his friends.

None of those problems with this one. 'Photo shoot, auntie? But of course. I would fancy a go at it!'

After a few days there, we drove on over to the home of Journey, Rice-a-Roni, sourdough bread and Levis.

The Golden Gate Bridge, from the Presidio. We spent two hours there, just looking around and checking out the Walt Disney Family Museum. Totally cool. The animated model of Disneyland was beyond cool.

I don't know who Gavin Coombs is, but i still love Dick Dasterdly from the Wacky Races.

Just above this harbor, is Alcatraz.

We didn't tour it this time, the Rock, it was depressing on the inside.

Not that i expect prisons to be a ride at Disneyland, but man. I was never happier to be out of a building than i was that day when we toured it.

Made me think that's where Debbie Downer got her inspiration.

And on that note...

Later - Santa Cruz, San Jose and whatever else i can find.