May in the middle on Monterey Bay. I’m no sailor but I couldn’t resist seeing what it was like to pull into the port of Monterey.
I didn’t have the head or stomach for the travel between, but the enormity of the Bay, the swells, gusty winds and countless water surface skimming birds.
Best part was arriving in Monterey, cruising past the barking sea lions, gray water reflecting pink form the setting sun. The pace was teaming with wildlife comfortably in tandem with tourist and hometown conservationists.