Oh, California, I can't quit you. I've tried to leave. I've left once. I've said I was leaving. But then a day like I just had comes up and I know, I can't leave you. I can't. I wrote the original version of this post BC (before Covid) and it's even truer today. San Jose isn't on the coast, but . . .
Oh, the life of a bird on the Monterey peninsula. This gull is perusing his domain at Lover's Point in Pacific Grove, Calif., not too far from where I used to live. The cawing of gulls was the soundtrack of my life then, and I loved it. "Too quiet!" says a friend who still has a house there. But . . .
Come along on a visit to the magnificent Monterey Bay Aquarium on the central California coast. The world's finest wilderness lies beneath the waves. Wyland The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonders forever. Jacques-Ives Cousteau The tides are in our . . .
Life on the central coast is full of little surprises.Vivid colors dot the grey coast overcast like little wrapped presents. I love wildflowers. Everything grows so well in the ocean air on the Monterey peninsula. Bright orange wildflowers pop against the grey of the sky, water and fog. These baby . . .
Just south of Carmel is a beautiful state reserve: Point Lobos. The morning's thick fog and August sweatshirt weather didn't deter us from spending a couple of hours hiking this gorgeous place. Join us. The trails took us through cliffs and rock formations above the water, which can barely be seen . . .
Off with our nephew to Monterey just after dawn for some early morning whale-watching. Hoping the blues are close-in feeding on krill this morning. This particular whale-watch boat has a biologist on board, always fun when a professional shares info we wouldn't otherwise learn. We'll lunch somewhere . . .
