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3 bdr, 3bath, loft, single family home above the beach on a bluff, walk to beach. sleeps 10 max. 2 kings downstairs ensuite, 2 queen upstairs w daybed + full euro bed up. 1/2 bath upstairs.
This unique Aptos/Capitola ,Santa Cruz County, oceanfront, bluff top, south facing, private home has 180 degree huge ocean views of Capitola Bay and the entire Monterey Bay. 150 acres of trees and open space in back has direct access to and overlooks New Brighton State Beach. Private gated entry, 1000 ft road. Contemporary, 11ft glass windows, stone floors, 2000 feet of decks, multi- level. Only 3 properties on bluff top.
Hot tub overlooks ocean. 5 minute stroll through park to stairs to beach or drive thru Park to beach, rent paddleboards, kayak, fish off 20 mile dog friendly beach. 1 mile to Capitola Village. View of the Monterey Bay Sanctuary across to Pacific Grove/Monterey. See Dolphins, Whales, paddleboard, kayak, surf. Google New Brighton State Beach for location.
PLEASE DO NOT CONSIDER IF you have young unsupervised children as property is not safe, not fenced with a covered but unlocked hot tub. No weddings or wedding parties allowed per insurance, this is not a party house, it is a serene environment if you are considerate and respectful this magical location it is for you.
Here are two precious poems by twin 9 year old girls while staying at Dolphinwatch -
Listen, by Paris B
Bolting, crashing, smashing, dipping, coming in and coming out, it pauses and starts again, like fireworks and granades, you can hear it roar, it's trying to tell you something but you aren't listening, the ocean is calling to you . . .
Ocean Blue, by Olivia B
light blue horizon can touch the gentle waves crashing on the shore will make it go astray touching every creature moving in its path better not get too close or it will go crash
Ocean Blue bright as dew birds skimming and looking for fish, fish jumping, seals swimming, all in its path
guest book comment 06/06: every time I looked out over the fabulous view from my place on the chaise, or relaxed on blankets on each bed, or watched my sister floating happily in the hot tub, I kept hearing Humphrey Bogart's voice echoing in my head, saying wistfully 'the stuff that dreams are made of.' And he was right this place seems to have materialized out of a dream . . .