Not the most glamorous way to live but you do what you have to do. At least the tent helps hold the heat in when there’s no heat in the house.
First Days in Monterey
I found myself in Monterey at the beginning of January. The coastline is gorgeous here. Everything is bright and clean. There are otters everywhere!
Dawn at my buddy’s place where I was sleeping on the couch for a while.
Little bit of surf down in Pacific Grove looking back toward Seaside.
Great Aunt Barbara’s Funeral
Back in April I went to California with my parents to attend my Great Aunt Barbara’s funeral in Monterey. The whole extended family came to attend.
Near the cemetery there was some sort of a Tea Party protest going on. It was tax day so I suppose that’s why a few hundred people were out. Interestingly enough, out of several hundred people, I saw no one that was any other color than white. Certainly in the greater Monterey area, this group of people was not anywhere close to representative of the population at large.
At the San Carlos Cemetery.
The green thing and brick are covering the hole that my great aunt ended up interned within. Just behind it is where my great grandmother is buried.
More tea party people causing a minor traffic jam. I wonder if they realize that the road they were protesting next to and the sidewalk they were standing on was paid for with tax dollars.
Driving along the coastal road between Pacific Grove and Caramel.
The mini van we rented for the trip.
At the memorial service. Great aunt Barbara is in the little package next to the flowers on the table. The paintings on either side of the table are hers. She was an artist her entire life.
Cousin Hamilton getting ready to preside over the burial.
The cemetery guy was very nice and quite helpful.
Some of the crowd in attendance. Lots of family, some of Barbara’s friends, etc.
Getting ready to roll in the mini van.
At a late lunch after the funeral.
Hamilton, my grandfather, and my grandmother.