Imagine sea foam, dense fog, and sleepy narrow streets lined with cypress and pine. It's the kind of place where I imagine living in straw thatched cottage penning a poetry collection in between barefoot beach walks and tending my garden. The final item on my bucket list. My retirement plan.
Monterey is also famous for it's world-class sea-side aquarium. It's the crown jewel of the region with its towering kelp forest viewable from mutiple levels. The only mammals housed at the facility is a romp of otters who are all rescue animals. My favorite exhibit is the one with the shore birds like pipers and plovers. I find them so cute and fancy with their long legs and beaks. The only bird more spastic than a robin. Dart, stop, dart, stop, dig.
Even beyond the aquarium, there are plenty creatures to behold. We saw a pod of dolphin teaching their babies to hunt for fish in the breaking waves. Tucked away in the rocks, tide pools are home to a variety of anemones and barnacles. We even saw plenty of sea otter kicking back in the dense kelp forest a little ways off shore. Oh and California sea lion, they're around too... usually by the docks so they can catch a tan and honk at all the tourists.
Monterey is a special place. I love any land that basks so hard in its own vibes that you forget about the rest of the world. It's a hard place to leave but I know one day I will come back and stay while. For now, I'm going to pick up a copy of Cannery Row by Steinbeck to transport me back.