Pups safely deposited at Pet Camp for a few days of romping, we headed south on Hwy. 101 to scoot over to California State Route 1, the All-American Highway. I would have stopped multiple times and filled up the Nikon's memory card but, aware of Maureen's preference to get where we are going, limited myself to one stop, pulling off on impulse alone. Standing near the edge of a cliff, we watched brown pelicans fly past us, feet away at eye level, then sail along the surf going back the other direction.
We watched for some time, fascinated, and took in the classic Pacific Coast view.
We stayed at a Motel 6 in the smaller town of Marina, 10 miles north of Monterey after I discovered that staying at that chain's Monterey location costs nearly $200 a night. For a Motel 6? I think not. Our motel, conveniently located next to one of our fine dining favorites Denny's, was a tenth of a mile from the Marina State Beach.
We drove into Monterey to scope out the parking and location of the Monterey Bay Whale Watch Company. A music festival of some kind kept us from parking anywhere near Fisherman's Wharf but we found a city lot across the street. What a zoo, even more crowded than our own San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf. We located our sailing departure point and fled back the the van only to find ourselves driving up and down and around the lot trying to get out. I won't go into how confusing it was to then escape back onto Hwy. 1 to return to the safety and quietude of our room.
Early that Sunday, I parked in what I thought was the Fisherman's Wharf parking lot. I had an attack of being very hungry so we veered off to the Starbucks I'd noticed the before to wolf down a bacon and egg sandwich. Once at the boat's pier, it wasn't long before we spotted my East Bay Nature birding buddies sauntering down the wharf, coffees in hand.
Underway, slowly leaving the sound of the honking sea lions behind, what do you think we saw first? Sea lions. Mercifully quiet and distinctly auburn-colored Steller Sea Lions.
A young boy threw fish parts from the stern, chumming, attracting many sea gulls (I've given up attempting to distinguish the varieties but the on-board naturalist told me we saw Western, Herman, and California Gulls) and, of course, pelicans.
Just after our boat separated from its sister whale watching boat, we saw a few humpback whales, making the trip worthwhile for Maureen.
Maureen's whale shot. |
As the four-hour trip went on, we saw: Common Murres, Shearwaters (Sooty, Black-vented and Pink-footed), Auklets (Rhino and Cassin's), Jaegers (Parasitic and Pomarine) chasing terns (Elegant and Common), Red-necked Pharalope, and Black-footed Albatross. I was happiest to see the later, long enchanted with the sea-faring bird as I am.
As I moved from port to starboard and back to the stern, trooper Maureen found relief from the cool breeze. I staggered back and crashed down to join her from time to time. Even though our naturalist said the chop and sway of the boat was nothing, we landlubbers had a tough time moving about.
I filled up my large memory card with photos, the following being a few of my favorites:
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Shearwater |
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Immature Gull |
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Cormorant |
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Tern Diving |
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Common Tern |
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No idea. Cute, though. |
As we came back closer to the Monterey coast, a small pod of Pacific White-sided Dolphins joined us to play beneath the boat as birder friend Linda and I almost went overboard trying to get pictures of them.
Our naturalist saved us by calling out attention to a few Bottlenose Dolphins in the distance.
Our friends the sea lions greeted the boat as we rounded the jetty.
Back on shore, our Bay Area bird group decamped to the London Bridge Pub, across the main Fisherman's Wharf parking lot, to compare bird lists and recover our wind-whipped energy with some great food.
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Maureen, back right, perked up after a Chardonnay. |
The food and company was great. So great that I didn't really mind getting the $35 parking ticket.
Maureen says she had fun but is back on the only-cruise-ships bandwagon.