My folks bought a summer home in Scott’s Valley in 1958. Every summer we would pile as many kids into our station wagon as possible and head to the beach/boardwalk. With 50 cents in our pocket we could ride 2 rides. I always chose the “fun house” (I still miss the big slick wooden slide) because you could stay for hours for only a quarter and of course, the “big dipper”. My dad and I would swim from the wharf to the mouth of the river and body surf in. One summer while we were digging our way to China I found a 50 cent piece. I was rich! I was able to buy 5 frosties and treat my whole family.