Judie Najarian A walk at the edge of the Monterey Bay is never dull.
Nature graces every eyeful and every step renews the spirit.
Monterey Bay sweeps majestically against the California shoreline, cracking with the sound of thunder as rocks are pulled from the shore with the force of the sea and thrown back again. At the edge, imagine an igloo made entirely of Aloe Vera plants. Now imagine a whole row of these six to eight foot tall plant palaces growing at the edge of the bay. Studded with flaming orange scepter like flowering profusions, these plant condos shelter colonies of ground squirrels and provide spiked protection for small birds seeking refuge from the elements inside their waxy, curved leaves. In the little town of Pacific Grove, at the southern edge of Monterey Bay, time has stood still.