Well not really; the animals that we go to look for are correctly called Californian Sea Otters but to me they look more like beavers than otters.
James and I prepare little; boat, Minn Kota, bedding, camera with big lens. We head down towards Elkhorn Slough.
Our luck is of course excellent and we find a launching slip, quite a long way up the estuary, that is the ideal place to spend the night. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Elkhorn+Slough/@36.8188011,-121.7878393,13.23z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x808e042d372ed89f:0x51eaddce6f585aac!8m2!3d36.8325072!4d-121.765131
It is Thanksgiving, but we have no food, having assumed that we could find a restaurant. Big mistake, all restaurants are closed. We stumble across a Tacos van in nearby Castroville.
The food is excellent and we have a memorable Thanksgiving dinner in the camper, low on turkey but high on tacos, nachos and burritos.
It is a beautiful morning as we glide out into the slough. Hundreds of pelicans and terns are diving all around us. The electric motor makes no noise and we go vey slowly.
Memorable Thanksgiving!
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Wonderful photos
Thanks! Beautiful couple of days.
Mother, Ann and I ate a memorable lunch in Castroville at “The Giant Artichoke”.
“Basically famine food” was her verdict –
What!! Mummy went to Castroville? What can I say – not on the usual tourist routes.
Thanks so much for sharing your soujourn!
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