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Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Dining for Three

Couldn't wait for the day's end. I raced back to my Monterey room at the Hyatt, and soon Joann and I were flying along the coastline again, to meet up with my other best buddy Barbara.

Racing past the Scenery

Joann and I beat Barbara to the Fish Wife and immediately dived into starters - an excellent ceviche with loads of lemon for Joan and savory clam chowder for 'moi'. By the time Barbara arrived we were all up for drinks all around. Barbara had the house wine and Joann and I had our first ever 'Appletinis'. Oh YUM!
I've known Joann since I was 17 and Barbara since I was 21. They are both three years my junior. This was only the second time they've ever met, the pair being divided not by me, but by a HUMONGOUS expanse of California - about a ten hours drive worth.

Joann and Barbara

We stretched out our meals as long as we could, but then it was time to say goodbye. I wish we all lived closer to each other, but maybe that's for another life in another time. Meanwhile, Joann and I drove on a slighty sight-seeing drive that took us through the dark streets of downtown Monterey. A little side trip from there took us past Dennis the Menace Park where during the daytime kiddies climb all over a full sized steam locomotive.

Local Locomotive - for local kids to climb on

Soon we were back at the Hyatt, relaxin' and maxin' in comfort.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Down in Monterey

As Winnie the Pooh once said, 'it's more friendly with two'. So when I found out I was in for a week's training/conference in Monterey, I asked my long time best buddy Joann up to spend the week with me in Monterey.

So bright and early this Monday morn, I picked Joann up at the Sacramento airport. We headed south for Monterey. Along the way, we made a stop or two. At Santa Nella we stocked up on licorice, a necessity for the traveling woman, second only to chocolate. Later as we drove over the Panoche Pass I was agog at how the usually only damp San Luiz Rey Reservoir was full of water. It didn't show the usual dry 'bathtub ring' it's had after what seems to me decades of dry weather. Water in the reservoir reaches right up to the green grass covering the low hills.


High Waters at the Reservoir!

Our next stop was for more hard core licorice at 'Casa De Las Fruitas' a locally famous freeway stop. It is family friendly and features cute little stores at which you can find shops specializing in fresh fruit, candies and other sweets and even chachkies for the garden. There is a double-decker merry-go-round and a tiny steam engine that ferries kids and their parents around.


Casa De Fruitas' double decker Merry-go-Round

An hour or so later, we rounded a bend on Highway 1, and there we found ourselves looking at the Pacific Ocean and the entirety of the Monterey Coastline.


First look at Monterey Bay from Hwy 1

When we arrived in the heart of Monterey, we buzzed around and found the Hyatt, our home for the week. I immediately took off for my conference, for which I was too late to join in at the fancy opening reception & luncheon. But when at last I was done with the day's work related activities, I grabbed Joann. We were off for a late lunch/early dinner at Fisherman's Wharf. Got nice window seat and our v. friendly waiter offered to take our portrait for the memories.


Getting ready to dig into our halibut fish n' chips

I love meals at restaurants on the Wharf. You can look down on the water and see what the sea breeze has blown close to shore. Sometimes there are Sea Otters, always there are cormorants but today there was a nice loon doing some sight seeing of its own.


Nice little Common Loon floating by

After our early dinner, we drove down Cannery Row, at the end of which is the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Being after 5 PM, we discovered the aquarium was closed for the day, so we'll have to visit the fishies later this week.


Straight shot down Cannery Row

We had a fantastic day for sight seeing. The ocean changes it's looks from one hour to the next but we managed to hit a day when the ocean was sky blue and the ocean water seemed relatively quiet.


Rugged Rocks and Tide Pools line the Bay


Torch plant formed a nice frame for Joann's shot here

The coast is littered with white, grey and black living sausages, commonly known as Harbor Seals. We cracked up because the pair below would lie quietly, then suddenly come alive, fins flapping wildly as they attempted to 'bitch slap' each other. Only thing was, they were too lazy to lean forward to make flipper to face contact, so their flippers waved frantically, uneffectively in the air; a totally seal riot, I can tell you.


Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

Joann was our trip photographer because I didn't bring my camera. She did a bang up job too, I can tell you. She was particularly taken with the ocean spray over coastal rocks.


Every ten feet a new view

Before I knew it, following the winding coast road, I found myself shooting at some 40 mph past a kiosk. A guard came running out, arms waving and I decided I ought to stop... you think? Seems we were about to enter what is known as the '17 Mile Drive'. It is a private stretch of road that traverses the world famous Pebble Beach Golf Course and to my horror, costs $9.50 to enjoy! I was going to turn back but Joann coughed up the cash, figuring hell, we came this far, may as well go for the whole enchilada.

The ocean looked not one jot prettier than the free stretch we'd just driven, but I must admit, the landscaping was pretty spectacular and it did come with a map and write up of the roadside attractions. There are homes through Pebble Beach are of Sunset Magazine quality. Joann and I couldn't stop laughing as we leaned our ears out the car window to better hear the property values falling as the riff-raff - that would be us, drove by.


Oh dear... who let those sorts in?!

Among the lush landscaping were loads of Mule Deer... mules in hoity toity land? Anyway, I was tickled with them and I nabbed Joann's Nikon camera for a shot or two of my own - all critters of course.


Mule Deer Thoroughbreds

As we drove past one patch of golf course, I got excited and shouted, "Coyotes!" I snatched Joann's camera again and we both leaned, with excitement, towards the critters - and realized, I was photographing painted, "see-ment" coy-otes.


Were they live, or were they Memorex?

Those replica canids got a big laugh. Pretty hammy for 'see-ment' critters.


Twilight closes in on the bay


Windblown coastal trees


The strange Monterey Cypress look spooky
enough for flying monkeys to perch on


The sunset ignited all the rocks and trees along the shoreline

Pretty soon it was sunset and we headed back to town for some more yakkin' and a bit of lite reading.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

That Which is Lost, is Found Again!

Nothing like a cause for minor celebration. Once upon a time, long ago (2005), far away (Marsh adjacent to San Francisco International Airport), Don took me to a little marsh where we went through the usual routine:

Don: Let's walk the trail and see what's here.

Claire: WAH! I don't want to walk!

Don marched off. Whining, I followed. As we walked I began to have fun and wonder why we hadn't gone walking sooner. Like I said, the usual routine.

The marsh was at low tide and lo! A California Clapper Rail waltzed out of the reeds. It was quite far away, but I took photos which, were ghastly as usual, but were better than a sharp stick in the eye.

I lost the photos. I thought I lost them when my computer was stolen ages ago. Today, while piddling around with my computer, I discovered I have not lost all of my Clapper Rail photos! Mind, I think the original set of photos numbered around 2 or 3 b'jillion, but at least I have retained these two photos below. Rejoices! The Clap is back! That didn't come out right, did it?

Tada! California Clapper Rail


Photos found - me so happy!


As I recall the rails were NOISY the day we were there