After running our errands, we came home to watch the parade, then started the first part of the movie "Ben-Hur". I think Denis enjoyed it.
Sunday, we ventured out to Monterey--more specifically, Pacific Grove--to find monarch butterflies that migrate there for the winter. The little preserve was really not much more than a path off an alley in a neighborhood, but there were butterflies! According to a guide there, they get as many as 20,000. The day was cool and there weren't nearly that many there, but they were clustered together...and we got pictures. (It also happens to be near the place where John Denver died in his experimental airplane.)
We headed south toward Big Sur to see if we could spot any whales. Didn't see any, but it was worth a try. Before some clouds moved in, the contrast of the white of the breaking surf against the deep blue of the ocean and the light blue of the sky yesterday was absolutely striking in its beauty. I can't remember when I have seen it look so gorgeous.
Today, Meg and I tried to tie up some loose ends of our visit before I leave tomorrow. I'm not anxious to get back to winter in Indiana, but there are things to do there, too. Wish me well. I don't like to fly!
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