Our view of "The Rock".
We have a lot more window square footage on Scrimshaw.
We also are spending time with our grandson, Jack. We took a field trip to the pumpkin patch farm up on Highway 46 in the local wine country. We hung out with goats, rabbits, and ducks, but Jack's favorite animals were humans. Tons of kids of all ages running around enjoying the countryside.
As much as we adore being with Jack, it's the spectacular sunsets each evening that make our days fantastic. Living amongst tall pines in the Sierra mountains is wonderful, but we have missed breathing the salt air and watching the sun set over the Pacific. After being sunset deprived for several months, Morro Bay is the perfect spot to cure what ails us.
Sparky gets his feet wet in Cayucos.
Our first Morro Bay sunset.
A "Red Sky at Night, Sailors Delight", the next night.
The calm before the storm.
A shared sunset following the rain.
These two faces joined us aboard Scrimshaw
for cocktails and seared tuna tonight.
Our cruising buddies, Betsy and David (Mystic),
always make the sunset sweeter.