Fisherman’s Wharf


Jay, Anne and I spent yesterday at Fisherman’s Wharf in Monterey. We toured the customs house that was established after California was taken over. The Spanish had no need for one, because they prohibited international trade, mercantilism. We had lunch on the wharf, Italian seafood. Most of the restaurants in the area are Italian, reflecting the large local Italian American immigrant population. Afterwards, we walked along the coast, looking at fauna.

A Day at the Beach


After an epic sixteen-hour solo drive down the left-coast, Jay arrived here, in Monterey. She had just dropped Carl, and his baseball buds off at the airport and launched them all on to spring training. She arrived on time and Anne and her began speaking with each other. They began talking that night and they are still talking now. All of the old stories have come out. Jay was suitably impressed with the house, which helps to enliven the conversation. Eventually, they get hungry and we go out to lunch. Yesterday, we took her to Pacific Grove. After lunch, we went down to the shoreline and walked along it until sundown.

Moss Landing


Yesterday, we went to Moss Landing. This is the center of the Monterey Bay coastline. This is the home of Elkhorn Slough, an inlet that is teeming with wildlife. We have taken patio boat tours on it before. This time, we just walked along the banks. A lot of work had been done in the wildlife refuge there. This place had been a marsh, but at the beginning of the 20th-century, a man created salt ponds and mined the salt from them. We saw and photographed a variety of wading birds. After our exploration, we went across the highway to a seafood grill for lunch. There were more birds there.