June 11, Thursday
Leaving Monterey, we stopped at Elkhorn Slough pronounced "Slew" (I, speaking only the Queen's English, would have said "Slahff" ahem) and on up the coast towards San Francisco.
Leaving Monterey, we stopped at Elkhorn Slough pronounced "Slew" (I, speaking only the Queen's English, would have said "Slahff" ahem) and on up the coast towards San Francisco.
Sea otters were all over the place playing around |
Where we come from we have a Ross' landing |
A little harbor seal came near too |
She loudly scolded us for being too close |
Hmmm, amphibious? |
We stopped at Henry Cowell reserve to see the Redwoods and to meet an old friend and her family |
This tree was a baby around the time Jesus was born |
They add on to each other |
Coming out of a tree |
Nope, we can't reach around it |
Sorrel/Sour grass growing between the trees. If you enlarge it you'll see where the sun shines, the sorrel leaves are all folded in |
The oldest tree in this grove |
Little steam train arriving |
Low tide was around 12:30 so around then we quickly stopped at some rock pools to do some tide-pooling |
The claws look too long to be a dog's but maybe... |
Layers of sand |
Uh-oh, the mist is rolling in... |
Picnic lunch |
Hubby helped a lady change her flat tire |
We got there close to rush hour |
Check out these neat houses
Too bad the Golden Gate was socked in... |
The mist was very localized! |
Hoping no earthquakes just at this moment |
We spent the night at a motel in Livermore (after several "no vacancies" we ended up in a dive...haha, we'll chalk it up to experience!)
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