The day started as every day of stomach-churning activity should with a trip to Psycho Donuts in San Jose. We popped into Shauli and Anat's to eat them, where Anat had (of course) baked a delicious cake too. Meg and Arbel played beautifully together. I think they have arranged marriages in Israel, so we could be onto a winner.
Then it was on to Santa Cruz, with a band of fog that hovered off the coast but didn't make it inland (amazing, given our luck). The ladies braved rides with names like "The Hurricane", "The Fireball", and "The Cliffhanger". I sat on "A Bench" in "The Shade" and read "A Book".
After five hours Meg showed no sign of quitting, but Ellen was admitting to a somewhat unsettled tummy. The remedy was obvious: Yogurtland. After that Meg dozed most of the way home, where Hannah welcomed us with pizza and some Champagne we bought at the weekend. Donuts, hot dogs, froyo, roller coasters, Champagne, pizza...all the major food groups.
Arbel starts small.
Meg goes for the Kooky Monster.
On the Boardwalk, with Meg and Ellen appraising the place from the cable car.
First ride: a high speed car chase (forwards and backwards).
Then these scary looking swings.
I was interested in more refined, leisurely pursuits. Like photography.
Not Ellen. Here she assumes the Cliffhanger position as a too-short Meg looks on.
Wheeeeeeeeeeee!
A quick stop for lunch. Time spent eating is less time riding.
I contemplated dessert, but that looked even more unsettling than the rides.
A big girl now.
Strapped in and ready for "Freefall".
It's what all the kids are doing these days.
Scream if you want to go faster!
Finishing off with a third trip down "Logger's Revenge".
Someone won't need a shower tonight.
Wandering home in the late afternoon sun.
