A couple of weeks ago I flew to Oakland and drove to Monterey for a weekend of beaching and wine tasting with some of my favourite ladies. We spent Saturday wine tasting in Carmel Valley (definitely recommend the wine trolley, as clearly nobody could drive) and then hung out on the beach for a bit.
It was very strange there were thousands and thousands of little fish washed up on the beach flopping around, it was really sad.
I’d never seen anything like that before, so a few of us spent about an hour racing around trying to throw as many as possible back into the ocean (alcohol may have been a factor) so they could live. It was a pretty fruitless endeavour, but we probably saved a few.
We looked it up, and apparently if there are whales or pods of dolphins in the area it can push some of the fish closer to shore for safety, but then they can get beached.
Monterey is such a cute town, there is so much history and the architecture is beautiful, but I’m pretty sure whoever designed the roads was drunk at the time, it is quite maddening to drive around, especially if you are driving a borrowed vehicle, that happens to be a stick, and also have no idea where you’re going (or so I’ve heard).
We did dinner, drinks and dancing on Saturday night, and dragged ourselves to the pier in the morning to drown our sorrows in salt water taffy and clam chowder (or fettucine alfredo in my case) before the drive home.
We spent more than an hour stuck in traffic, because that’s just what life is like, and we also didn’t find Clint Eastwood, which was the main goal of the trip, but it was a successful weekend either way.
