Howdy,
Series note: the days have kind of come and passed—so quickly—but I’ve mentioned briefly in multiple posts about our six days in Santa Cruz and having active snippets to share.
So I’ve lined it out, from what I’ve started (Thursday): Friday; Saturday; Sunday; Monday; Tuesday. Now I’ve just got to write them all.
Saturday: Saturday, was quick.
Quick to come and quick to go.
Thursday through Saturday was a great trip with my brothers—we call it our “Brothers Trip”—but it went quickly: like fast forward from Thursday to Saturday evening. Time flies when you’re having fun. And we were having fun. You’ve had a chance to read a bit about Thursday and Friday already, and Saturday we made it back to Verve Coffee Roasters and sat around a Jamba Juice outdoor table for close-to-home conversation. (Verve was so busy and loud, because it’s so happening.) Then we also got back to Cafe Brasil for those açaí bowls. I guess we’ve found what we like.
Just to note: I did remember what the Friday morning food was—pancakes, with a egg on top. It was Casey’s contribution to the culinary delights of the getaway. It seems we may get from him an annual introduction to new ways to consume; maybe we’ll call it Casey’s Contribution. Last year, it was bagels with whipped cream cheese, avocado and/or egg, and lemon pepper. The lemon pepper and avocado is a killer combo, and sitting on the cream cheese over an Everything bagel, it’s fabulous. If you’ve never done anything quite like it, you should give it a go—though I know I lost some of you at avocado.
Which I don’t understand, but, you know, to each his own. Me? I say, holy moly guacamole. Man is it good!
This year Casey mentioned his intention to attempt to bring something new to the table, and it was the pancake plate packed with the extra protein of a fried egg, runny yoke soaking into the bread of the cake and mixing with butter and syrup. Pretty good.
With having to leave on the horizon of Saturday and needing to give the cabin a partial cleaning before that, we got the four açaí bowls to go and took them out to Point Santa Cruz (I believe it is—the spot where there’s a museum of surfing) and circled back to kind of how we started our Santa Cruz time together. Old man competition of bocce ball—after brothers helping each other get sunscreen below shoulders on the back. Us boys sunscreening and battling at bocce ball: sexy.
We played the game in the grassy area as people jogged, biked, walked, skateboarded by the park jetting out over the Pacific. Quite a lookout spot. Scenic and gorgeous.
Then back to the cabin, where my brothers packed up and pulled their parts of the cabin back to “better than you found it,” and I work to restore the experience of walking in fresh for my wife and three sons’ arrival in a couple hours.
Good trip, bros. Glad we’ve been able to get on the track of making it an “annual,” and, as David said, getting together like this next year will make it tradition—three years in a row!
And, Fam, it was great to have you join me, extending the stay; there was more fun to be had!
—Billy
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