In Pebble Beach, we followed the dashed red lines and drove the famous 17 Mile Drive along the coast. Armed with an $8.50 map, we stopped at each of the twelve points of interests and took photographs of the incomparably beautiful Californian coastline. Our favorite was the Lone Cypress, an enduring California landmark that has been around for over two hundred years.

We oooh-ed and aaah-ed at the mansions and villas we imagined were used as sets for hip-hop videos. Somewhat absurd was the the tradition or tendency of most property owners here to name their villas, in the same way one would have a vanity plate on a car. After a lengthy discussion, Boca de Paradiso won out as being a marginally more classy name for a future seaside pad. It was a bit chilly, so we skipped the stroll on Spanish Bay, where Don Gaspar de Portola camped in search of Monterey Bay.

The Bird Rock was dotted by countless shorebirds, groups of harbor seals, and sea lions. Their collective sounds echoed across the channel that separted them from the beach.

The Fanshell Overlook's white sand was full of harbor seals cooling off after the pupping season.