I drove a few miles north and stopped at a informal parking-area where there were three other cars. Went for a nice walk (maybe 1 1/2 miles out and back) along the cliff-top. Aside from a couple of hispanic fishermen (proudly displaying a catch, although it was impossible to figure out how he did it from that height) there was nobody else around.
It was sunny and *very* windy, but I had no complaints. Here are some cell-phone photos:
All I could think was "Pacific Ocean: here's North America! It continues on to the east for a while."
But, by far, the most amazing sight in Santa Cruz today is the (once-a-year public showing), at the Santa Cruz Memorial Park and Funeral Home, of their life-sized (really) wax recreation of 'The Last Supper':
Also, I couldn't restrain myself from asking the attendant, both of us with very serious faces, if they ever considered replacing the bread with matzah. "It would be more authentic," I suggested, before heading back out into the sunshine.