Thankfully Christopher took us to see the harbor seals at La Jolla (Pronounce: La ‘Hoya’). I say “thankfully” because I suspect he’s getting tired of visiting the seals every time an out-of-towner flies into San Diego. They are wild seals that gather on the beach and rocks along the shore where people can see them up close.
It was my second visit to admire the seals. I was happier this time because of Ms. Canon Rebel’s longer lens. Now you could see the whiskers on the seals. You could see more than blobs on the beach.
Barry noted that it smelled intensely of fish. As a fisherman, he approved.
We discovered that approximately 34 babies–or pups–birthed since December. The seal-protectors ashore name the pups. You can introduce yourself to Shadow, Misty, Frost, Peace, Seashell or Tide. If you can figure out who is who.
Then we were on to Mount Soledad, followed by at least six restaurants of various ethnicities. The boyz visited the USS Midway, an aircraft carrier active from 1945 through the first Iraq War. It is now a floating US Naval Air museum. Kathy opted to visit a coffee shop instead. She is more attuned to seals than military history.
We visited Chicano Park with its fabulous outdoor murals. Someday–maybe tomorrow, maybe when we’re back in snow-covered Upper Michigan, I will post a handful of these murals for viewing pleasure. By then, I will be waxing poetically about our visit to San Diego.
We also drove out to a foggy Coronado Island along the Pacific Coast and walked out to the beach, saddened by those killed in the tsunami in Japan. The waves against Coronado Island were tame, but folks were advised not to swim. We saw no swimmers.
Today, we shall meet Seunghye and her parents who are visiting from Korea. We’ll go out to lunch; perhaps tour a museum or two in Balboa Park. Tonight the clock will Spring Forward and then another three hours shall disappear tomorrow as we travel east toward Michigan.
Hope you enjoy the seal photos!