Jane sees even
more otters
Monday is our last day at Dragonfly Cottage. We head for swish Monterrey past fields of artichokes. Steinbeck’s Cannery Row is now a street of novelty shops with not a cannery in sight, the harbour is a marina and the sardine boats have gone. Dirty industry may have gone but the sea lions and seals have moved in, and the sea is full of them, flapping their flippers, sunbathing, pointing their noses at the sky. And the otters too! For, sure enough, Jane sees something moving in the kelp that floats in sheltered bays. We go through the routine again. It’s a log, I say. The camera comes out and Jane snaps at the log. But then it moves and starts doing otterish things like diving and lying on its back and holding something in its front paws. OK, it IS an otter, I admit – when other people start pointing at it.
We pass Pacific Grove and enter something called the 17-mile Scenic Drive round the Monterrey peninsula. It’s famous, says Jane. It probably is and we have to pay $10 for the privilege. We see a lot of cypresses windblown into odd shapes and even more golf courses, and then Jane sees ANOTHER otter. And suddenly otters are popping up like rabbits on Watership Down. The otter population is rising by the moment. Jane is in seventh heaven.
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