I went for a walk along West Cliff down to the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz to get some photos. The adventure was close to a failure. I couldn’t get a good parking spot because I always pick the days were West Cliff is the most packed and took forever walking down to the Boardwalk. Finally when I got there the sun was setting so I basically had to run back to my car because I ddin’t want to be out alone in the dark.

Would you like to see the blisters on my feet?

Well I got some good photos, but it seems my gut was correct in wanting to be out of the dark in the Beach Flats because an hour later someone was murdered there. Kind of scary, I guess blisters are better than being dead. An  interesting night, maybe next time my adventure will go better.