So we were sitting outside at the restaurant at our hotel in Shell Beach (next door to Pismo Beach) and it was about 72 degrees and a pod of dolphin was just scooting along parallel the beach and a quarter of a mile out. I happened to be eating fish. Life here is tough.
Some people here were concerned that it might get really, really hot by tomorrow - upper seventies or low eighties - because few things are air conditioned, including our room overlooking the ocean. Wimps.
