6.02 Cerro Alto, outside Morro Bay
"There are no easy mountains or morros" From the peak, looking at the cloud covered ocean Jen on the ridge ...Always worth clicking on picture “Can you see the rock?” we asked our lovely editor. ‘On the morrow, probably,’ she replied. “We know it’s called a morro—please don’t be so smart.” ‘I’m not. Well…maybe just a little ahead of you. With the thick mist-covering, we may have to wait until tomorrow to see it.’ She is far too quick for us. Anyway, we will focus on the ‘physical’ as our brain is less agile than the body. (We don’t mean to imply the body is that supple either). We mentioned how quaint this town is in yesterday’s narrative. Well today, it’s still lovely. Some things never change. We set out in warm clothes as the temperature at 'the Bay' was only in the sixties. A mere 7 miles inland, we began our climb of about 1700 feet in temperatures that reached into the nineties. It is a wonderful hike but the sweat dripped everywhere, especially in...