Today I want to tell you about a little trip I took with my grandson, Myles. It was a trip back to my roots. I drove north on the curvy Highway Nine which begins in Santa Cruz, passes through Felton, Ben Lomond, Brookdale and finally Boulder Creek. Why did they name a town Boulder Creek—because of the big boulders in the creek? Works for me.
At a glance, the size and features of the town look about like they did sixty, eighty, or a hundred years ago. But the innards have definitely changed.
Mac’s Bar was a real spittoon-type three-fights-a-night western bar. Now it is a wonderful antique shop.
The bowling alley (one lane) across the street is now a marshal arts studio. The movie theater (large quanset hut) is now Round Table Pizza. The library (big as a guest room) turned into a pumpkin—I mean Real Estate office. Down the street a couple blocks is the Brewery Café (wonderful restaurant) that used to be a grocery store before it was a Post Office, before it belonged to Bigfoot and the wild bears.
To understand the real color and flavor of Boulder Creek you need to take a stroll down the sidewalk (used to be wood) and enjoy the fresh air and friendly people.