Leaving the Sequoia/Three Rivers area was bitter sweet. It is so beautiful; however they are having such an issue with the lack of rain. To be honest water is realitively null. On the way back to the coast we passed over at least 2 dozen bridges with signs for rivers and creeks. Guess what- they were dry. I am not sure where the water came from for crops or the cows. Poor cows... they simply wander the brown farms kicking up dust searching for water. Ok maybe it is not that bad, but it is dry and there were was natural water source.
We took 41 from the moutains down to the coast. It is a road mom used to travel back in the 70s... in the middle of nowhere. However, I am glad we got to see the land and its small/nonexistent towns. Have you ever heard of: Lemon Cove, Hanford, Lemoore, Kettleman City, Cholame or Atascadero? Neither have I. Well only some because my mom talks about them.
We arrived to Moro Bay to find clouds and 65 degree temps. We were a little disappointed, but got our jackets and headed down to the little town of cute artsy fartsy store.
There was one thing you could not miss- Moro Rock. It is a HUGE volcanic mass that sits just outside the coastline.
The next thing we knew we saw pelicans everywhere. They must be used to people because Derek was able to pet one and i got within about 3 feet of another. They really are interesting birds. Even the gulls were too friendly.
Of course a familiar smell and sound came from the pier. As we ventured closer we discovered Sea lions; however, here they are refered to as Elephant Seals. They were HUGE and the 5 or 6 we saw on the pier was just as loud as the 100s we saw in San Francisco. Well maybe not the same level of loud, but they were loud. 
Finally dinner time rolled around. We discoverd this little place called the Flying Dutchman. It was great with a great view of the sunset behind the Rock. Boats, birds, seals, rock, and the sun. It made mom's day!
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