And there we were on the side of the highway.
A very nice state patrol lady stopped to make sure we were fine. Mister Man neglected to put a piece of his jack back whenever he used it last, so changing the tire was more difficult than usual. He eventually managed with a piece of something that didn't belong there. Our insurance company had a tow truck on the way just in case, but alas, we were back on the highway before it arrived, canceling by phone as we headed off. We tried some tire companies, but no one was open on a holiday weekend. And if they were, they didn't have our specialty tires in stock.
We headed back to Sacramento on the spare tire, continuing to listen to our book on CD. Our plans had obviously changed, but we embraced the changes like champions. We ended up at our favorite arcade joint and it was like we never had different plans. The Redhead had a great time, we made memories together as a family, and we forgot all about the difficulties that morning had possessed. Then that Tuesday, we had new tires. All was as it should be in the world.
It's a beautiful thing to be gracious with obstacles and move forward regardless. It doesn't happen so easily. Or nearly as often as it should.
Then on this past Sunday, we finally made it to Santa Cruz. We saw our tide pools. We visited Natural Bridges State Park (even though we refer to it as Natural Bridge since only one is still standing), and we hung out on the pier and gawked at sea lions. We ate lunch at the same place as before, right there next to the water. We do love California. And when your address boasts temperatures in the high 90s, it's a lovely event to escape to 74 degrees.
Just some strange "shell" we found on the beach.
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