January 19, 2014
This was purely a social visit, so we barely got out on a short section to Black Hill before the football games started. The road access is located above the Morro Bay Golf Course, a San Luis Obispo County Parks on CA State Parks land. Confused? Yeah, me, too. It looks like they've been cutting back on watering the greens, because there was quite a bit of yellow. Good. I think golf is a gross misuse of precious water for an exclusive recreation.
I love the 360° views from on top this volcanic peak and am sorry my uncle didn't join us. Every visit I worry may be the last time I see him or my aunt, so I try to make the most of our time together. Even though he still hikes like a mountain goat for short periods of time, he wasn't really aware of the trails here. I'm not surprised, because for all the years I've been going to Morro Bay, too, it took Andy's wandering trail running ways to discover this little gem a few years back.
It wasn't until I started Nature ID that I wanted to learn more about Morro Bay, which I discovered is actually part of the larger Estero Bay. I appreciate the estuary more than ever now, but finding information online has been challenging, especially 5 years ago when I started this blog. I don't know if google has customized my search properties and/or if the sites have just gotten better. Two that I like are Morro Bay National Estuary Program and grad student Eric Mohler's Morro Bay Watershed site.
January 17-20, 2014
Oh, while we were there, this was going on. Everywhere we went there were folks with good sun hats, binoculars, and cameras so big that I'm surprised they didn't walk all hunched over from the weight around their necks. The festival was completely not on my radar, so I was not prepared. Still, I'm not sure I would have participated anyways. Every time I stopped an obvious birder to ask them what something was, they weren't very helpful or accurate. Avid birders are a strange bunch. Talk about another exclusive recreation, which reminds me of the topic of lack of minorities in birding. While I can't say I feel uncomfortable among affluent, retirement-aged, Caucasian nature folks, after all my uncle and aunt fit quite neatly in that category, I am aware I am "other" or the designated minority friend in most groups. Hmm, maybe that's why I tend not to join things? My favorite bird blogger is Steve of Bourbon, Bastards, and Birds. He crushes birder stereotypes.