On Saturday Sam and I headed down the 5 to La Jolla.  We met some friends at the Cove and slipped on our wetsuits.

Sam and I headed over to the big cave to the south of the cove.  There were a few braying sea lions inside that were perturbed by all the kayakers.  People outside the cave (the kayak guides) were warning snorkelers that it was dangerous to go in the cave.  After going in, we found that the only danger was the constant stream of kayakers oblivious to their surroundings.

We went back and explored various parts of the little cove.  There was a lot of churned up seaweed and plant life from the recent choppy waters from the last month of hurricanes off the coast.

Multiple times sea lions breezed by, crossing the cove between the rocks on either side.

I followed a young sea lion north once, and when I had lost track of it, a much bigger (older?) one swam right in front of me and lumbered all the way to the other side, not seeming to mind me swimming right next to him.

I also saw a speckled sand daub, but couldn’t get any good pictures of it.