A week or so before our first adventure together we
reintroduced ourselves at a fashion show party in Sacramento. Nate and I grew
up in the same small town, went to the same school, and had mutual friends left
and right. But that night we apparently realized we may be more interested in
each other than we had previously thought.
That Saturday, Nate was on his way home from Yosemite and
said we’d be going out late. He asked if I was afraid of caves, I told him no,
and we decided to meet at 10:30. Wait, am I afraid of caves? I wouldn’t have
told him if I was. We found some mines and a river, watch the stars for a bit
and headed back to town. We sat and talked a while and it became apparent that
we weren’t ready to go home yet. So we left for Santa Cruz, about a three hour
trip from home. Oh yeah, at this point
it was already almost 2 a.m..
We drove and talked and drove and talked some more and
didn’t get too tired or too tired of each other. When we got to Santa Cruz it
was just before 5 a.m. and still dark out. We found a fire that was still
smoldering from the night before on the beach and sat wrapped in a blanket
beside it until we watched the sun rise. Beautiful.
Mornings in Santa Cruz are chilly! We found a coffee house
(for me) and ate some breakfast (for him) and walked around a bit. The little
town was empty and dead silent because it was so early still. The early morning
right before the world wakes up is my favorite time of day. It is so peaceful. We
went back to the beach and played scrabble in the sand for hours.
Around 9:00 or 10:00 it started to warm up and people
started to come out to join us. We played in the sand and built a sand sea
turtle. We got in the water, but not for long because it was so cold. We went
to the boardwalk and played in the arcade, played some pirate mini golf and had
lunch. I had never been to Santa Cruz, but it was a blast!
We made it back home Sunday evening and went our separate
ways. And that’s the story of our crazy first date.
♥♥
