Today was the most miserable day of all for most of the state. Fortunately, we spent most of the day in the car where the air conditioning was working perfectly. And when we were done with our trip, we were on the coast, in the fog. Yes! I have never been so happy to see fog.
Our day began again with George and Donna cooking us up another wonderful breakfast and then some sad goodbyes. Dan had left quite early in the morning because the air-conditioning in his truck has stopped working.
We only had to stop once or twice for gas or to stretch a bit. Even the dogs were eager to jump back in the car as soon as possible. It took us about four hours to finally make it to the coast. Our destination was the town of Pacific Grove, and we were paying a return visit to the Bide-a-Wee motel.
Fortunately, Edie was on her leash. She loves to chase deer. I suspect if she ever caught up with one she’d be sorry, however. Bambi can be brutal!
We took a stroll on Asilomar State Beach and stopped for a snap shot or two.
We had a fairly forgettable meal at Fishwife, a local spot with good ratings on UrbanSpoon. After that, we drove around a bit. It was near sunset, and this one was indeed what David Lean called a “golden hour.”
From there we went to downtown Monterey. We stopped at the 1827 Customs House and a couple other historic buildings near the shore.
From there we walked out on to the Wharf. Fisherman’s Wharf in Monterey may be even cheesier than its cousin in San Francisco. What makes all of the midway honky tonk bearable on both is the sometimes unexpected presence of the sea. As the dog were walking around they hear a load noise nearby and had to check it out.

We soon found a whole party of raucous, stinky sea lion males hanging out on a platform nearby.
And just as they were turning in for the night, tired dogs and humans decided it was time for us to get ready for sleep, too.