UCSC feels like Yosemite, or some camping village in the middle of Sequoia National Park. There are foxes apparently, and coyotes, but the best story told by the graduate assistant in the Politics Department there was of the faculty member who could not get to her office one summer day because a cougar was lying in the hallway. I'm fairly certain this is not a joke meant to scare off tenderfoots; she says that in the summer they come down out of the forest and sneak into the air conditioned buildings to get away from the heat.
I'm fairly certain I was meant to work in this environment. will have to check out Santa Cruz job listings just in case.
(it was also great to spend the day with zyrc, whom I hadn't seen in far too long.)