We played hooky on Monday.
We went to Monterey on Mother's Day
and spent the night.
Monterey is gorgeous.
The beaches are picture-perfect.
They're not warm beaches, of course,
because Monterey is on the central coast,
and warm beaches are a Southern California
phenomenon.
But it's still beautiful.
Every time we go to the beach
we try to hatch plans for how we can somehow
acquire a house there.
I'll let you know what we come up with.
The kids could have played for hours and hours.
It was the Great Crab Hunt of 2011.
No crab was safe.
{except for that one really big one we found that we were all afraid of.
he had nothing to worry about.}
You know that Martina McBride song where she says
'I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean'?
I do.
The ocean has a way of making you realize
how very small you really are.
After playing in the sand for awhile we
drove south a little through Pebble Beach
and the famous 17 Mile Drive.
The houses along the drive are unbelievable.
Each one is more magnificent than the last.
I didn't take any pictures because I was too busy
drooling over each one.
That cypress tree is Pebble Beach's (trademarked) logo.
There's a big sign saying you can't sell any pictures you take of it.
Seems strange that a company can trademark something in nature,
doesn't it?
It was windy and the kids were freezing.
{why, of course Pooh Bear was with us...you expected otherwise?}
The second day in Monterey we went to the aquarium.
Monterey has an amazing aquarium.
Gary and I hadn't been since 1995.
Amazing stuff.
But I do think the jelly fish are a little weird.
It's crazy to think they are
alive.
Underwater palm trees.
{at least that's what i named them.}
The hands-on area is always the best, of course.
Starfish, crabs, kelp,
and the oh-so-cool sea cucumber.
That lady told us the sea cucumber
(get ready)
"poops out its own stomach as a defense mechanism
and then regenerates it awhile later. "
Niiiiice.
The boys were beside themselves
at the cool gross-out factor of this little tidbit.
And of course no trip to Monterey would be complete
without the crazy animal-handler people.
Back in 1995 there was a guy
who had a cigarette-smoking monkey on the pier.
I am not a fan of monkeys,
and that particular one jumped on my head.
I started crying and Gary took a picture.
True story.
I'm forever traumatized.
There were no monkeys this time....
just a very gruff man with his gang of birds.
He all but forced you to have your kid hold a bird.
{for a tip, of course.}
Avery was not impressed.
She's braver than her mom, though.
At least she didn't cry.
I'm not sure why the crazy animal people
are so drawn to the Monterey pier.
I need to end this post on a nice note,
so I don't have nightmares of that chain-smoking monkey.
What a view, huh?
I feel tiny.