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Santa Rosa to Santa Cruz Day Trip. Saying Good-Bye

Yesterday we took a road trip from Santa Rosa to Santa Cruz. The excuse was to attend a farewell family gathering there organized by my husband's sister's family. But we took the whole day to enjoy the scenery along the way and to just mark this page in our lives. My daughter is due in early October, and it had been years since just the three of us spent a day together.

Mac's Deli, in Santa Rosa was our starting place. Omelettes (I admit it: ortega chilis, sour cream, cheddar and black olives is my personal favorite) with Santa Rosa Chili Gods sauce, and pancakes (shared amongst the 3 of us, of course), a choice of light or dark coffee, and greeting locals and friends, great conversation, and our day was primed. I felt like I wouldn't need to eat until supper.

I was wrong.

At San Francisco, we took Hwy 1 to Pacifica and followed the coastline all the way to Santa Cruz. It has been over 20 years since I've taken that two-lane highway – a testament to my rushing around trying to get from point A to B fast, and missing things along the way. A nice reminder for me to slow down a bit. I don't have to do it all…


We passed through little towns of Davenport, Pescadero, larger ones like Half Moon Bay. We were tempted by berry stands and local truck farms, as well as places where you could pick your own veggies and fruit. One of our highlights was the trip to the Pie Ranch. Now, what a great  store name!

Gardening for me is near to religion, but I don't go to the extreme some do. Still, I like the fact that people take sustainable and organic gardening seriously. It's more than not using sprays and chemicals, it's about feeling the pulse of the warm soil, and nurturing growing things. My garden shows me when I neglect it. It actually hurts me to see it untended, or to see weeds I can't get to. Almost like ignoring to feed our dogs, which I would never do! So, when I walk into a barn that nearly worships the work in the garden, I'm in church. I find church at Farmer's Markets and nurseries, greenhouses, or demonstration gardens. Yes, I sometimes am moved to tears when I smell the damp earth and musty tones in a greenhouse, or the way the moisture bathes my face as I wander through. It holds a perfume that uplifts my soul on dozens of levels. Nearly orgasmic!

I had to buy a onesie for my new granddaughter coming this fall. Eat Pie. That sums it up rather poetically, don't you think? I love the Just Laid duck tee. But the strawberry rhubarb pie and lemon buttermilk pie were showstoppers.

Another unexpected find was the Abalone Farm at Pescadero. Off the highway, and with little fanfare, only open Saturdays from 10-2, we lucked out and watched abalone being grown in large saltwater bubbling vats. There's a little back room where all the magic happens, we were told. The water ph and extra nutrients created microscopic baby abalone that get moved to the nursery when they are old enough to actually be seen with the naked eye. We learned what they ate, and that they are voracious eaters of kelp and kale. We came home with 10 steaks we will partially devour tonight like candy.

At Santa Cruz we parked after driving past the old Boardwalk and arcade, passing by the lovely homes overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the beaches with volleyball nets and the surfers dotting the waves everywhere. We strolled down the pier in search of a perfect bowl of clam chowder and a view, and found it. Best
chowder I've ever had. I limited myself to one bun of sourdough French bread. We examined the tourist shops, bought a lovely sweatshirt that summed up my sentiments exactly, and some socks for the baby to come.

We met up with the rest of the family at our relative's home, bracing ourselves for that final good-bye. My husband's sister will be leaving us shortly, and this was on her bucket list: to get the family together one more time, to whisper things to her little brother and walk the beach one more time. All the treatments are done, and now it was time to prepare for her final journey. I heard music she'd made, her clear, beautiful voice. She instilled in all her children the love of music, and singing in particular. There was always music at every wedding, funeral or family event, sung by family groups or solos throughout the years. Lovely memories we reflected on. Life moves on. New babies are born as we all age and take our place as we enter and leave this wonderful family of ours.

We were home safely before midnight, and yes, we took the fast way back. Each of us quiet, thinking about the day and what was shared. Like most things in life, it was perfect in its complexity, like multicolored beads strung together to make a beautiful necklace. A necklace of found and discovered things.

I like days like yesterday, which are measured both by what we gave, as well as what we took home to ponder secretly. Footsteps taken, and little ones yet to come.

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Judy - May 7, 2017

What a perfect day. <3

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deborah lane - May 7, 2017

Typing through my tears. Made me think of things past and those sadnesses which may come. Mom's battled cancer, alcohol, an abusive husband, and been victorious. Her diagnosis of early Alzheimer's recently, left her shaken but not defeated. At 80, we face each day as a gift.

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    Sharon Hamilton - May 7, 2017

    Oh, I so feel for you, Deborah. My SIL is 84, and this also is too soon, but she's in the loving care of her family up in Washington, and she's happy. it's important to focus on what we have, and right now, she's here with all of us. Nothing lasts forever. There's beauty in the honesty of those words. I guess it will help me one day when I take that journey myself. Thank you.

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julie beasley - May 7, 2017

Nice post Sharon. Brought a big lump to my throat. My mothers family are very close and we have had some great get together s. I'm so pleased you made the journey and had fun to.

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    Sharon Hamilton - May 7, 2017

    Yes, I was glad I was able to go. I made choices not to attend the RT Convention, without even knowing about this coming up, and I would have missed it. So glad I did make the choice, and stay home. And now I know fully why. Hugs for what you will be heading toward. It touches all of us. None of us are spared. Life.

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J.D. Hart - May 7, 2017

What an amazing journey you took yesterday. The awareness of individual life along with it's finite fragility. The awareness of the one life with it's infinite expansion and possibilities. It's good to still the mind and be in awe of the overwhelmingness of it all. Peak moments are rare and they should be cherished just like the flowers in your garden. A form of true beauty is often overlooked by the hurriedness of the human mind. So glad that you're one who pauses to smell, taste, touch, hear, see, feel and pontificate the beauty and perfection of the gift . xoxoxoxoxoxo, YP

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    Sharon Hamilton - May 8, 2017

    Thank you, my prince. So wonderful to be sharing what I can of my life with you and your family. We are always walking through a doorway in some fashion or other. I'm lucky to have you by my side as I do so. I love sharing these things with you. oxoxoxoxYA

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    J.D. Hart - May 8, 2017

    Thank you my angel. xoxoxoxoxo, YP

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Gayle Latreille - May 8, 2017

What an amazing day you had and such wonderful thoughts and memories.

Thanks for sharing your day with us, Sharon.

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    Sharon Hamilton - May 8, 2017

    Thank you, Gayle, for the gift of your friendship. It's wonderful that all the right people show up. All the true friends and happy warriors. We make a patchwork, don't we? And it's such a lovely pattern…

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