Well, except for me. Not into watersports, and I don't have the upper body strength for the paddling. I spent most of the day in Santa Cruz, with a paper cup of coffee, a bottle of water, a book and my digital camera. Took the stairs down to the narrow strip of sand and rocks, left my flip-flops on the steps, rolled up my pants and got my feet wet, and took a bunch of pictures.
And bar none the best moment of the day was when I heard the soft rustling of wings and looked up to twenty pelicans gliding right over my head. I do love those pterodactyls.