An otter that seems to appear regularly below our window, whom we’ve taken to calling ‘Dave.’ He spent last night and this morning with us.

The seas were a bit rough and the winds were higher in the bay on Saturday. A good day, therefore, for many sailboats.

The waves cascaded and, literally, rocked the hotel. You could feel some of them make a low bass whump sound as they struck the piers and foundations.

Directly out our patio door and over the veranda is Monterey Bay. This shot looks northeast.

Wide angle photograph of the view from our fourth (top) floor room.

Lots of things to see from our room at the Monterey Bay Inn. It’s 55 degrees, fairly clear and quite windy. There are whitecaps in the bay itself. We heard seals barking from a red buoy in the night some distance out in the bay whilst the waves crashed over the rocks directly below our room. Even at low tide, the waves are rocking and rolling.

As I write this, the fog is starting to roll in a bit, on little cat feet.

The light is diminishing, Dave has disappeared, and it’s time to think of dinner.

BZ