Day 37 - Stink, stank, stunk

What stinks? The beach stinks. I am not speaking metaphorically, it stinks, like old rotten tuna fish cans, or canned cat food or worse. Today was no different, we went to what was supposed to be a pristine beach in Monterrey and yes, it stunk. Chrystal blue water, bleached white sands, no overweight people in Speedos, the sun shining, not a cloud in the sky, Bob Marley on the radio and then it hit me, the stench. I tried to ignore it but I could not, it was too powerful. Only after enduring the stench for a few hours did I realize why, because stinky fish and marine mammals live in there and use the restroom in there and worse. Fortunately for me, the decision to leave early was cinched when a dead baby harbor seal floated up on the beach while my beach combing wife was looking for shells. "Whoa, time to go kids" and not a moment too soon for me.














Here's a breathtaking view for you on US 1 near Carmel, I hope you enjoy. The good news is you can't smell it.