The morning of Dec. 30 was like an uplifting reggae song—as mysterious fog swept through the branches of the Santa Cruz Mountains, burning off in their upper reaches.
We were still in that midpoint between Christmas and New Year’s, where things seem quiet and peaceful and utterly full of possibility.
It was sunny at the summit…
(Photos by Drew Penner / Los Gatan)
A tow job in progress is paused for the time being. The fog burned off and the sun peeked its face through at the summit, along Highway 17. Stewart Kellar, 38, powers up his car on the way back to San Rafael in Marin County after visiting family in Felton.
A mile or so towards Los Gatos, the mist was still flowing thick.
Drivers eased up around the curves of Highway 17, as if they had no job to report to.
I thought there was no dumping here? Stop polluting the woods maybe? Someone “forgot” their brake fluid (and common decency) in the forest apparently. Will the sun? Or won’t the sun? Flowing smoothly—the fog, I mean.
Rowers pulled in sync on the rising reservoir.
The rain had finally stopped and the sun suggested it might just come out and stay, along Silicon Valley’s sprawl…
Look up to the trees. You might learn something. Peer through the branches towards the reservoir and you might notice rowers getting quite the workout. Midway down Highway 17.
Cafes bustled with upbeat chatter. There were parking spaces galore.
Employees seemed excited, as they restarted outdoor dining (since rains had concluded)—ready for another day of service.
Natural floral arrangements are the best ones, right? Outdoor dining returns in Los Gatos after the storm ended. This BMW clearly didn’t have much trouble finding a spot. Siwaporn “Gina” Paisalreungroong, and Miw Prom, and Chana “Ying” Boonmuen, open Coup de Thai for the day.
