Morro Bay

We made the overnight passage south from Santa Cruz Monday and Tuesday, under sail for twenty hours. Now we are moored at Morro Bay a unpretentious small town with its own personality. I think the sign in the pawn shop window said it all: "funky yet unrefined".
The bay here is lovely, its entrance marked by the dramatic Morro Rock, and by a large, largely mothballed, power plant. It is sheltered from the open ocean by beautiful sand dunes, is quite large and shallow, and teems with birds. With fine weather, we have enjoyed kayaking, especially at the beginning and end of the day when the light is good and the wind dies down. This Great White Egret occupied an especially nice spot, where grasses and shrubs gave way to bare sandy dunes.