Monterey is not a happy place, unless you're hungry. Clam chowder was the bomb and of course it wouldn't be the bomb unless you're spending a bomb ass day with two bombi friends ... and Zila later on at the beach. The drive was exhausting, seeing that on which side of hwy 17 I was ... there was also strenuous traffic.
And on the plus side there was a Turkish festival going on at the Wharf.
After the Wharf we drove an hour north to my secret beach, its not really a secret but I'd like to think of it that way since no one really goes there.
Those dogs were only 12 months old, oy vay.
Pictures via Canon sd550, finally found my camera, ha!
On the other side of things, I'm just trying to go along with the flow of events taking place as summer goes by. Spending time with a friend from Southern Cal and trying to clean up this mess I've made somewhere else outside of town. Wish me luck ... I know the matter is somewhat worth it because that's what my heart told me in the beginning.
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