North Monastery Beach, Carmel; 10˚C water; 8 meter or so visibility, out by the splash rock; lesser, close to shore. Maxed at 30 meters or so; wandered above the drop-off -- a finger of the Monterey Canyon. Dozens of schooling rockfish; some large-and-in-charge ling cod, cabezon; and a good sized wolf eel on the way back.
Eighty blissful minutes, without burning cities; riot gear and rubber bullets; or the Covidiocy, for that matter -- so much cheaper and effective than analysis.
Poorly mimeographed religious tract on my windshield, and that of the guy ahead of me, touting "End of Days," upon my return.
Crap . . .
Eighty blissful minutes, without burning cities; riot gear and rubber bullets; or the Covidiocy, for that matter -- so much cheaper and effective than analysis.
Poorly mimeographed religious tract on my windshield, and that of the guy ahead of me, touting "End of Days," upon my return.
Crap . . .