Cayucos Ca

Thunder the sea lion started bellowing as soon as we entered the room. She roared, she barked, she howled. It was easy to tell how she'd gotten her name. But we were too startled by the clamor to understand her message. Finally, she splashed over to the edge of the pool, so close that her shiny brown nose was less than a foot from us. She started bellowing again and clapping her front flippers. I looked down into her open mouth. "The food. She wants the food," I shouted over the din.

WhY do so many Southern Californians forget about the beach? All over the world are families that plan an entire year around the three weeks they will spend at the shore while in Beach Central we flip through magazines and think, "What about Banff?" or "Let's go to Palm Springs."