On Sunday we packed-up all our cold cuts, three remaining blondies and two bottles of kombucha and drove to see the elephant seals. The beach was relatively sparse with several dozen babies and a couple of mommies. Nate shined as the familial expert on “elefantes marinos,” having recently visited San Simeon on a third grade field trip. He knows a lot about daddy elephant seals, “I think they’re called bulls, Mom.”
Just down the road we found a restroom and some tables where we ate our little picnic, surrounded only by birds, ground squirrels, and a drive-by from the local park warden. We arrived back home in the early afternoon so I headed down the mountain for a date with the Bob Jones.
I’d never really thought about the long wooden boardwalk and viewing deck that allows us to experience this unique animal opportunity from a distance. Who knew?
Elephant seals: the social-distancing OG.