Category Archives: California

Those Traveling Seals!

California’s Central Coast neatly divides Northern and Southern California, culturally as well as geographically.

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Elephant Seal Beach, aka Piedras Blancas rookery

One site that was recommended by brother Mike (who knows the area well because son Matt graduated from Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo) is the Elephant Seal Rookery , several miles above San Simeon on California Highway One.  The Elephant Seals used to use this desolate stretch of coast for centuries for their land-based activities, then simply stopped coming.

In 1990, the seals returned, and now thousands of them call it home during the mating, molting, and birthing seasons, for 2-4 months a year. Here is son two’s take on our visit:

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Resting between rounds

The elephant seal beach was really cool. There were a lot of them, like thousands. All of them were molting, which means their skin was peeling and the seals were fighting, which was really cool. The reason they were fighting was for breeding rights. The alpha male battles other males to see who will be the alpha male and there are other battles between the beta males.

Okay, not a lot of fighting in the photo, because they also don’t eat while they are out of the ocean shedding. But the fights we saw were cool.  The seals migrate as much as 3,000 miles a year, and dive thousands of feet to feed.  While we have covered a lot of miles, this is really our once-in-a-lifetime.  The seals do it every year! We also have not had to deal with orcas trying to make us a meal!

We also visited Moonstone Beach, in a gusting, cold wind, to lay on the warm rocks and pick over the mountains of smooth, tiny pebbles that form the beach of this quiet enclave.

With its rolling hills and industrious farms, the Central Coast is a place we’d love to return to.  A unique, and very Mediterranean feel!

 

 

California Dreamin….

Approaching San Diego from Phoenix, one has an impression of California much different from popular culture. Which probably makes the descent into San Diego all that much more dramatic.

We were like lemmings on the left coast–constantly drawn to the sea.  photo(57) We hit Coronado Beach, Mission Beach, and Glorieta Beach–where son number one encountered the sting of a ray! Best treatment–and his case thankfully was mild–water as hot as you can stand, for several hours, to soak the foot.  I’ve never known anyone else to get stung by a ray, but the lifeguard said he’s been jabbed twice in 30 years, and my oldest, after all, suffered a snakebite when he was eight, so if it’s going to happen to anyone…

Driving California roads, certain songs reverberate on an endless semiconscious loop–America’s Ventura Highway, the Beach Boys Surfin’ USA and California Girls…okay, anything Beach Boys. It Never Rains in California. And, of course, California Dreamin’. Every town and city name seems familiar, somehow. Mulholland Drive. Topanga Canyon. Redondo Beach. San Onofre.

Spanking clean shores, crisp and frigid water that still beckons. One day the kids rented wet suits and boards in Pismo Beach. The water temp was the same as the air–55.  And that felt like the speed of the winds straight offshore.  But it’s California, after all.  Who can resist?

We made the pilgrimage in Pismo Beach to the Splash Cafe, home of some incredible Clam Chowder. In bowls, or better yet, bread bowls, baked daily! photo(54)

We also hit the kids’ first Drive In, and under chilly skies and a bright, familiar half-moon, cuddled up in camp chairs for the three-hour Spiderman II at the Sunset in San Luis Obispo.

All this, of course, after road school, which runs religiously every morning here in the cool travel coach!

Pismo marks the furthest point on the trip so far, at just over 2,700 miles from our Eldersburg roots, and the start back across this amazing country.

Stopped into a church, I passed along the way…