We have a new routine–taking the dog to Lighthouse Beach in Santa Cruz one weekend morning. Since I didn’t get back from New York until Saturday, today was the day.

Every time I head over the mountain, the beauty reminds me why I want to live in California–the idea that all this outdoor goodness is 40 minutes away is fantastic.
We walked along the beach front, took Winston into the paths through the tall grass, and stopped to watch the surfers and kayakers practicing in the bay near the Santa Cruz Surf Museum.
Just a couple of hours, but a great time was had by all.