I adore the sea. For as long as I can remember I’ve felt a pull to be near it. My childhood was filled with beach trips, crazy golf and ice cream on the promenade, and later in my teenage years, the seaside became the perfect spot to hang out. It certainly wasn’t anything like Morro Bay, with Cleethorpes being a little colder, windier and a lot more grey, but the sea is part of me.
Having spent the last seven years living in Sheffield and Leeds (pretty much as far away from the sea as you can get in England), Morro Bay really satisfied that craving to smell the salty sea air and the slosh of the water.
We pulled into Morro Bay late at night, after a six hour drive along the Californian coast. The glinting neon red motel sign made me do a double take. Was a young man with the skeleton of his dead mother in the basement going to show us to our room and then murder me in the shower? I hoped not, but honestly couldn’t be sure.
We clambered out of the car, full from some terrible American fast food restaurant and immediately I jumped out of my skin, pointing into the bushes at what now looked like nothing and began reporting sightings of a “big cat.” Obviously with no evidence, Brandon didn’t believe me, but I’m telling you it was a lynx. And when you come from England where the deadliest animal is probably a badger, it was pretty scary.
We booked in, answered a flurry of questions about the royal wedding (obviously) and found our room. You probably have an image in your mind of an American motel room, right? That’s exactly how it looked, all the way down to the sporadic bathroom light which made for a pretty creepy shower experience.
Sadly Morro Bay was only a pit stop on our road trip to San Francisco so we couldn’t linger in the city too much the following morning.
Morro Bay has a population of 10,000 but you could easily be fooled into thinking it was more like 10 people. The city gets its name from Morro Rock named from the Spanish and Portuguese word meaning a hill-shaped rock formation.
A little stroll took us down to the docks, where we were met with the sight of the most beautiful blue waters as well as whale watching boats and the cutest sea lions laying out in the sunshine.
If you ever find yourself in San Luis Obispo County on the West Coast of California (unlikely, I guess but still), definitely check out this gorgeous city. Aside from the bay there isn’t a whole load to do around here. But it seemed like the perfect place to do nothing, and what’s better than that?