Back in February we took a little trip to Mazatlan. My good friend Sara was marrying her long time partner Joe, and we figured what better excuse for a vacation? Lazy days by the pool, great weather, and witnessing good friends tie the knot? It was a great trip. There weren’t a ton of pictures taken, because really all we did for seven days was lay in the sun, but there were some pretty epic sunsets.
Back towards the end of January we went on a whale watching trip with The Oceanic Society . It was a beautiful day out on the ocean. We saw lots of sea lions, jelly fish, harbour porpoise, but alas…saw no whales. We were invited back for a second trip (to rectify the whale-less 1st whale watching trip), and went just yesterday. The second trip was much rockier (ie. many seasick passengers), and much much foggier. But this time we did manage to see whales! Two gray whales, and one humpback. It was pretty cool.
If you are ever visiting San Francisco, and looking for something a bit out of the norm to do, I fully suggest a whale watching trip. Peak gray whale migration is from December through May. Don’t forget your sea sickness pills, your waterproof pants, and your binoculars! We took the sea sickness pills, and I’m convinced it’s the only reason the two of us didn’t end up hung over the back of the boat like many of our fellow passengers. I forgot my waterproof pants, wound up standing in the wrong spot at the wrong time and ended up with drenched jeans due to some errant splash. We also forgot our binoculars.
This post may seem a bit anticlimactic, as there aren’t actually any whale pics. We just couldn’t photograph them fast enough, and they weren’t exactly posing for the camera. But here are lots of pics of the sea lions…
So, I have a rather rediculous confession to make. Technically speaking we live at the beach, but in the three years that we have lived here I have only walked on the local sand twice. TWICE! I know, I know…that’s just silly. But here’s the thing, I really don’t think of the San Francisco Bay area as a beach town, so I really do forget that there is beach close and accessable to enjoy. San Francisco just doesn’t have that beach town feel. I mean it’s a big city! My brain just doesn’t equate “big city” with “the beach.”
But regardless, it’s silly. And last week we had a string of really warm, sunny (by Bay Area standards) days that just begged for a beach chair, a good book and some sunscreen. So we meandered our way down to the Pacifica Pier and Beach for a day of sitting in the sun, and consequently (and despite multiple apllication of admitedly expired sunscreen) obtaining lobster sun burns. Seriously, a week later and I’m still peeling. I guess sunscreen really does go bad. Lesson learned….But I digress.
This is the Pier:
All of those little dots along the pier are people crab fishing. At first we thought they were regular fish fishing, but realized that they were hooking crab. I didn’t even realize that you could catch crab on a fishing pole. They use these gross little boxes of raw squid as lures and aparently find great success. Even though it seems like a rather mundane way to spend the day, expecially considering that while we were there we only saw one guy catch a crab, it still seems worth while. I mean who doesn’t love crab, expecially crab you caught yourself and paid nothing for?
I thought that Tim’s shirt nicely matched the American flag. It was a photo begging to be taken.
That’s about it. I guess since it’s basically summer and all that,we should probably try to spend more time at the beach. If for no other reason than snapping pics of cliche passed out college kids on the sand…