My sister, in response to my holiday emails about my travels up California Highway 1, said, “You’re really a Californian now.”
She added, “You’ve made it there after Milton and Mega [our grandparents] tried, after Daddy and Mother tried, finally, someone in the family is living in California.”
The irony is that I never intended to live in California. Maybe that’s the secret to ending up here.
Our grandparents moved out here in 1923 and might have stayed if my grandfather hadn’t gotten sick and needed better health care than you could get in Southern California back then. I assume my parents couldn’t find good newspaper jobs out west when they tried.
But here I am. And I spent the holiday traveling back up the coast after visiting my sweetheart’s family in Morro Bay. Here are a few pictures, though none with snow.
There were about a dozen sea otters dozing and grooming just off the pier in Morro Bay Christmas Eve morning. This was the first time I ever got a good look at them — the only ones I’d seen before were lumps way out in the ocean that other people assured me were otters. They’re big and they’re cute.
I was pleased that this picture captured the sea lion both in and out of the water.
I love pelicans. They strike me as iconic prehistoric creatures. They seem to be friendly with each other. On another day, I saw them flying across the ocean in phalanxes, probably hunting lunch together.
Last of all, a reminder that the coastal part of California is a mild climate. Things really do bloom this time of year.
Happy New Year to the Book View Cafe family of writers and readers.