Morro Bay, day 2

DH has fond memories, or at least memories, of visiting Morro Bay back when 'e were a lad. So we drove there - wasn't exactly hard as we followed the coast road.

I think I'll let you form your own ideas about what dominates the seaside town of Morro Bay....








(loved this drippy sandcastle)





From the beach, Morro Rock looks like some great stranded leviathan.


It looks a little more mundane from the harbour.


Someone wanted chippies.


Someone else could smell goodies in the seawater irrigated holding tanks.

Someone else found a goody flopping around on the pier

but its slimy gooeyness was a bit hard to deal with.

Morro Bay was such a mix of different things - the old town area was very laid back but the Embarcadero/harbour area! Oi vey, and this was in winter, admittedly on a lovely sunny holiday. Cars everywhere all looking for a place to park, yet the foreshore is lovely, the beach is lovely, the Rock's carpark is horrid and then there is the power station glowering over all! It is right on the harbour - I guess that means it has plenty of cooling water. Apparently it is old, gas-fired and running at only 5% capacity whilst its replacement is wrangled through bureaucracy. (More info at this wikipedia page.)

I couldn't resist taking pics of this rubbish bin, decorated with turkeys.




When I think beach, I do *not* think turkeys, but obviously someone saw them as important.


Finally, before we turned our heads inland, this tough yellow flower just begged to have a photoshoot. It grow on the foreshore area so it is well adapted to large doses of salt - just look at those fuzzy leaves!

Next, we travel inland and cross one of ze most notorious geological features in ze world!