A couple weekends ago, the Human saw fit to abandon me to attend a conference in Monterey at a nice center called Asilomar (notice they never have these conferences in beautiful downtown Stockton, but I digress).
Because the Asilomar grounds were booked up when she registered, she ended up staying at a tiny motel called the Deer Haven Inn about a block from the grounds.
It was a sweet little room with a little fireplace--gas, but still! a fireplace! We don't have even a pretend fireplace so the Human enjoyed it.
As it turned out, the motel was aptly named because across the street,
Bambi was taking an evening stroll.
The real deal accommodations were in more artistically rustic buildings, of course.
Although she heartlessly left me behind, I did pop down for a quick tour of the beach:
The late-afternoon was gray and cold, but still, the Pacific is the Pacific--
and Monterey Bay's a lot cleaner and more deserted than San Francisco.
Here are some people having a real, non-gas fire!
This nice little walkway stretches a long ways--but it was gray and chilly!
So Kitties, that's our Not-A-Garden-Tour for today!
Hope you enjoyed our little trip to the shore.