See the wet, cold people on the nasty, bumpy ocean.
Poor sad wet people. Let's give it up and go home.
It was pitch dark when we left the Half Moon Bay harbor, with visions of exotic petrels, dancing in our heads. But after 2 hours, and 6 miles the trip leaders decided the weather was crap, and was only going to get much crappier. So we headed back to port. The most exotic bird we got was a Brant Goose that likes to hang around the harbor.
I spent the remainder of the day, loitering my way down to Monterey. Oh well. We tried!
I spent the remainder of the day, loitering my way down to Monterey. Oh well. We tried!
