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Circle Trail

Santa Cruz Circle Trail Start anywhere for a virtual tour of the Circle Trail.

  1. Lighthouse Field State Beach
  2. The Homeless Garden Project
  3. Natural Bridges State Park
  4. Long Marine Lab
  5. Antonelli Pond
  6. Arroyo Seco Canyon
  7. University of California Arboretum
  8. The University of California Agro-ecology Farm
  9. The Chadwick Garden
  10. Pogonip
  11. The San Lorenzo River levee promenade
  12. The Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk
  13. Municipal Wharf
  14. Natural History Museum
  15. Santa Cruz Yacht Harbor
  16. Arana Gulch
  17. DeLaveaga Park

Ecology Hall of Fame

Dedicated to heroes of the American environmental movement.

We are pleased to present our six charter inductees:

Alan Chadwick Henry Thoreau Rachel Carson John Burroughs John Muir Aldo Leopold

Additional people honored in the Ecology Hall of Fame:

Living Legends of the environmental movement:


Pogonip Pogonip offers a wide variety of habitats and microclimates, including open meadows, dark cool forests, creek beds, and three virgin stands of redwood. Within the park there are miles of hiking trails and endless sites for informal picnics. The Circle Trail Route follows Spring Trail, Brayshaw Trail, and Golf Club Drive. Dogs should be kept on leash, both because they make the deer nervous and harder to see and because many parts of Pogonip are prime poison oak habitat. Dog owners regularly contract poison oak dermatitis after their pet has frisked about in Pogonip.

Among the many magnificent trees in the Pogonip is one whose grandeur has earned it it the name The Sacred Oak. It dominates a meadow that slopes down to the right of the Spring Trail about 300 yards north of the Brayshaw Trail junction.

For more information, see the Pogonip website sponsored by the Pogonip Foundation.

Who Killed Cock Robin?

An Earth Day 2000 Address by Paul Lee

The Ballad of Rachel Carson
and the Historical Origins of
the Environmental Crisis and
Earth Day

An Earth Day, 2000, Talk, by Paul A. Lee, PhD

In the summer of l969, I took a wilderness canoe trip with Gaylord Nelson, the Senator from Wisconsin. It was part of Senator Nelson’s effort to pass a Wild Rivers’ Bill to save some of the waters of Northern Wisconsin. I should have told him about our organic garden at the University of California, Santa Cruz, and our remarkable gardener–Alan Chadwick–whom E. F. Schumacher called “the world’s greatest living gardener”, because, when months later I saw the Senator announce Earth Day on the Today Show, I thought, oh boy, our garden has prepared the way.

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Florence the Goose

Florence is a goose. I think of her as my goose although I don’t own her. She belongs to me in my imagination, although she is a real flesh and blood and feathers goose. She lives in the park a block away, where there is a pond. It is called West Lake Park. When is a pond a lake? When you call it one. I met Florence when I was walking my dog, Esme, an Airedale. Esme is a wonderful dog with great high spirits. In fact, we called her “Christmas-every-day” Esme, when she was a puppy, because she acted like it was Christmas every day and all the presents were for her.

Esme didn’t bother Florence. Her name was Florence, I was soon to find out. I warned Esme to stand aside when Florence approached. Florence hissed in that expiration of breath that geese do when they want to make a threatening sound. It was the first sound I imitated when I talked to Florence. I hissed back at her. She liked that. I saw her coming. It was clear she was heading for me and was going to introduce herself. I braced myself for my encounter with a goose. It was perfectly clear that she was going to talk to me. It was an odd experience, understanding everything Florence said, including her name. She marched right up to me and said, “Haaaaaaaaaa.” I heard: “My name is Florence Nightingale…”
What a name for a goose. She was demanding and authoritative, knowing exactly what she wanted me to do. I understood her perfectly.

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