Crashing waves

We drove from the Bay Area through the mountains and to the coast to visit our third amusement park of the trip, Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. It was rainy and windy on the drive. A tree partially fell in the road halfway there, blocking a lane. I kept the convertible's top up the whole time.

When we got to the park, nothing was open except the arcade and a funhouse. We met a roller coaster friend of mine and his girlfriend, so it wasn't all bad. But despite the park's website saying indoor rides such as the carousel operated in bad weather, nothing opened the whole time we were there. What a shame. I really wanted to ride the 98-year-old Giant Dipper (in extras).

We drove up the nearby wharf, where I got these photos. I bought some candy in a shop and hung out by the water for a while. I like the seaside.

On the drive back, an indicator came up on the car's dash. the left rear tire had low air pressure. Jill tried calling the rental company and had a heck of a time getting through to anyone. We stopped at a gas station to try to fill it with air, but that just let more out. Thankfully it had run-flat tires. It dropped to around 12 psi when it was supposed to be 39.

The rental company told us to take it to the airport. Then we could either get another car or take a rideshare to the hotel. It was about 8:30 p.m., and we had to get back to the airport around 4 a.m. to catch our morning flight, so another car would be a hassle. We hailed a Lyft.

It was a nice vacation despite some rides not being open and the snafu of the car rental at the end.