(All over our campground of the week, redwood trunks are cut into furniture. The girls love discovering the different pieces, like this lounge chair.)
Jill's Journal: Felton, the little town we’re staying in, is quintessential, stereotypical California. It’s overtly friendly, it’s laid-back as can be, and we’re getting an absolute kick out of it. The first person we met today, a fellow camper, is a 4th-generation surfer from Santa Cruz who is unfortunately down on his luck at the moment. Within five seconds of our first conversation, he said in response to something, “That’s so gnarly!” I haven’t heard that word since high school. It was awesome. Dude.
In addition to the constant rain of the past week (maybe longer?), we got hit with a deluge of Biblical proportions during the night and morning. The good news is we didn’t float away. By afternoon, the deluge was down to a heavy mist and we made our getaway, planning to go to some indoor activities in Santa Cruz. The first road out of town was closed due to a mudslide. The alternate route was closed due to a downed tree. Clearly, we weren't meant to make it very far.
Instead, we went on a little drive, took a little walk, and spent a little more time with our gnarly friend. Happily, the rain is finally supposed to sputter to a stop tomorrow and we’ve got some fun things planned. Dude, it’s going to be so totally gnarly!
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