Last month, when Arundhati and I spent a few weeks in California, our son
Ritwik hired an eight-seater Toyota Sienna and took us on a drive along the
California coastline. I have been fortunate to travel to many beautiful places
and I’d say that the 450-kilometre drive was one of the loveliest I have ever experienced.
We drove along California State Route 1 which connects San Francisco with Los
Angeles and runs almost entirely along the coast. As we were driving south, on
our right was the deep blue Pacific, colossal, awe-inspiring, and unvarying. On
our left was the coastal mountains of California, which for some reason, has no
given name unlike her cousins with well-known names, Sierra Nevada and the
Rockies. She’s just called the
Coastal Mountain Range.
As we drove, landforms on our left kept changing every 20 miles or so:
from rugged mountains to dark forests, to open land with millions of flowers
blooming in the spring, to huge tracts of agricultural land on the slopes of
hills on which cows were grazing. If you have found the previous sentence
little heavy and difficult to follow, then I have been able to convey what I
had felt during the journey. It was a bit too much of captivating sights!
I have had similar feeling in large art museums. After a few hours, the brain
refuses to absorb anymore.
We began at a place called Pacifica, a picture of which you see above, and ended at Morro Bay. The unvaried
sea and the widely varying landscape were punctuated with quaint little towns
that were straight from Western movies. Let me digress for a moment here. My
Oxford dictionary defines the word “city” as “a large town”. Americans however
apparently call every human settlement a city. For example, Carmel-by-the-Sea or
simply Carmel, is a city with an area of 2.75 kilometre and a population of
3,220! I will come back to this place in the course of this travelogue. The cities
on the way that were somewhat bigger were Salinas (population 163,000) and Monterey
(30,000). Incidentally, the American author John Steinbeck was born in Salinas
and Monterey has a named after one of his novels, The Cannery Row.
I guess the introduction has been long enough! Let’s see some pictures.
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| Wild flowers on the way |
The Pacific Ocean seen from the Pigeon Point Lighthouse. The lighthouse, built in 1871, is one of the two tallest lighthouses on the west coast of North America and is still functional.
"Research published 2022 by the San Mateo County Office of Sustainability found that the lighthouse was vulnerable to erosion caused by sea level rise." [Wikipedia].
What
you see below are not dead fish. They are female and young elephant seals.
Ninety miles south of Monterey, we
came across the stretch where 25,000 elephant seals come and relax during
different times of the year. The place is called Piedras Blancas Rookery,
rookery being the term for the breeding ground for sea mammals.
April-May is the moulting season, when female elephant seals shed their skin. They eat nothing for months during their sojourn on the beach. However, it was not the season when males come ashore in search of mates. Adult male elephant seals, which can be as long as 4-5 m and weigh up to 2,300 kg, would be something to watch. The females in comparison are much smaller at 2.5-4 m long and weigh 400-800 kg.
We passed by Carmel-by-the-Sea, or Carmel. It is a tiny but wealthy city in Monterey County which has beautiful
plush homes right on the beach front. Many of them apparently are owned by
actors and artists who obviously have deep pockets. Movie star Clint Eastwood
was elected the mayor of the city in 1986.
Our hotel was away from the beach. It was a quiet place in the lap of nature. Nishaant is carrying a crutch as he broke his leg while playing a few weeks ago.
The Riverside Inn is beside a river which was narrower than the sign you see in the picture below.
The sun sets in Carmel-by-the-Sea, but a little away from the sea
This is how the place looked next morning.
Spanish colonialists from Mexico invaded and captured California in the 18th century and called the province Alta California. (Alta means upper and baja means lower in Spanish, Baja California is a state in Mexico just south of the US California.) As everywhere else, missionaries were the soft power used by Spanish imperialists too, who set up their first mission in San Diego in southern tip of present-day California in 1769, and followed it up with a slew of missions along the coast up to San Francisco. In these missions, padres made every effort to bring native Americans to civilization, using temptations and brute force. But it was not smooth sailing for theme, the San Diego mission was burnt down by rebellious locals in 1775.
In the background of this picture is Carmel Mission Basilica, founded in 1771 by Saint Junipero Serra.
I wish I could tell you the name of the river on which the bridge is.
The pictures below however, do not need labels.
Our journey ended at Morro Bay, the main feature of the place being volcanic mound Morro Rock. Morro Bay, a city of 10,000 people looked desolate after sundown.
In the morning that followed
The marina. In the whale country, this is how the weather cock looks.
Finally, the route, courtesy Mr. Google
