First, some background: Somehow when we met, each having found our own other half, also found that we both like to wander a bit on weekends. We've started out for Napa and ended up in Mendocino as a result of these little "Adventures", as we like to call them, but all in all, we have a wondrous time. Due to our both being sick at different intervals and the holidays, however, we were unable to do these little adventures for a couple of months. Today, we finally got to go on an adventure again! What fun indeed!
One of the first Adventures that Brian and I drove was south on Highway 1 (Pacific Coast Highway), through the little towns that make up the bit between Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz. Brian went to college at UC Santa Cruz and still knows the layout of the town like the back of his hand. On this first drive through Santa Cruz, Brian made a right on a side street. (Sorry, I'm the one geographically impaired in the family-- you'll have to ask Brian the name of the street-- the only thing I can tell you is that it is marked with a brown "Natural Bridges State Park" sign.) We went down the residential street which includes an elementary school and, suddenly in front of you, the ocean is on the other side of the cross street in front of you! Another right turn and we're in Natural Bridges State Park.
That seems like a weird name, doesn't
it? Allow me to digress for a moment and I'll tell you how it got
its name. After the Mexican-American war, California became a territory
of the U.S. and, as settlers moved into California, the area that is now
the State Park, changed hands several times: at one time, it was occupied
by a dairy farm and a South Seas movie set; the State of California acquired
the property in 1933 and in 1954, visitor facilities began construction.
It seems that, in the 1800s when people first came to the Santa Cruz coastline,
they found there were three connected arches carved out of sandstone cliffs
which inspired the name. Around 1900, the same waves that formed
the arches, took out the farthest arch and in 1980, a storm brought downthe
inner arch. Only the middle bridge remains but it is slowly being
eroded by the waves, even as you read this post.
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We watched them for several minutes as they flitted around the stick they were on-- perhaps it is Milkweed, the only plant Monarch caterpillar eats. |
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Linda,
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![]() Today there were 10,000 of the Monarch butterflies in the park-- the ranger at the gate referred to them as "Our Monarchs". There can be as many as 150,000 in the park. That would truly be a regal, yet simplistic beauty to behold! |
The day was wonderful and the drive, scenic as ever-- I love driving the the Santa Cruz mountains near the redwood trees. Lexington Reservoir is WAY down (almost empty!) but we don't know why. We mentioned checking the local newspaper but, became distracted with the photos.
Ah, the joys of living in Northern California . . .
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