At picturesque La Jolla Cove, sea lions lounge and seagulls mill about. I recommend it.
By John Murphy
It’s been about four months since this coronavirus stay-at-home business started and we haven’t been anywhere – except for two junkets to La Jolla.
I love Santa Cruz in Northern California and that’s a go-to place for me, but with COVID-19 lurking, La Jolla is a worthy substitute.
The CalTrans Girl booked us again into the Bed and Breakfast Inn at La Jolla. Our “cottage” sometimes goes for $500 a night, but with tourism waning we nabbed it for $149 a night. Those are my kind of savings.
Monday I arose early in this coastal paradise. I headed for the beach, 50 yards away. It was the first workday since the weekend, so debris from the weekend crowds was visible. A teal plastic pale sat in the sand, a broken lounge chair rested against a trash bin and even a cheap black barbecue was left for the scavengers.
It was only 6 a.m. and La Jolla was still opening its eyes and yawning. But even at this early hour, couples walked hand-in-hand, runners dutifully pounded the pavement and a thin, gray-haired woman about my age walked past in the opposite direction.
“Hi, how ya doing?” I said, trying to be friendly.
“Hello,” she said grimly, scrutinizing me as if I was the the Golden State Killer. Ouch.
Up at La Jolla Cove the reception was more friendly. That’s where the sea lions congregate — snoozing, climbing over each other, making guttural sounds and barking. Lots of barking.
I watched these fascinating creatures for 15-20 minutes, soaking up all I could. I had my new Canon camera, my cell phone and video all working … because if ya can’t put it all on Facebook and your blog later, then then it didn’t really happen, right?
It was a cool start to the vacation and I’ll post more later. When I’m not busy relaxing, that is.
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