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the fishing fleet of small boats, “slumbering in the sun.” With evening these boats, manned by jolly, rubber booted and flannel shirted fishermen, will put silently out to sea in the light of a friendly moon, to return rich laden in the coming dawn.
Oceanward lies that wonderful peninsula playground that stretches from Pebble Beach to the heights of Del Monte Forest. Through this forest wound those olden trails over which the padres led the ceremonial processions—past rustic stations of the cross—from the provincial capital of Monterey to the Mother Mission of Carmel. Few are the changes that have been wrought in these wooded heights, save for winding roads and bridle paths that lead through their shadowy depths. Deer and elk find there a safe haven, while an occasional fox or coyote is surprised by the passing horseman or the sightseeing motorist.
From vantage points on the higher levels, where the
