Jason Weisberger at 9:41 am Thu, Jan 3, 2013
Taken at Whaler's Cove in California's Point Lobos State Natural Reserve. The cabin is next to one of the finest shore entry dive sites in the world. Such an amazing spot.
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What a coincidence! I was just down at Point Lobos on Christmas Eve, and walked through this whaler’s cabin. This is an amazingly beautiful area.
Gray Whale migration season was supposed to start on Dec. 15, but I couldn’t spot any whales off the coast yet. I did see plenty of seals, sea otters, condors, and deer.
As a matter of fact, as I was hiking through the woods back to my car, I came across an entire herd of deer. They just ambled around me like I was another tree.
Great place. Whaler’s Cove and Bluefin Cove, around the corner, are spectacular dive sites, and fortunately well protected now.
I attended Carmel High School in the 60′s, and a friend lived in another old Whaler’s cabin (at least that’s what they called it, I don’t know if it ever contained any actual whalers) just across the road from Pt. Lobos. Used to sneak into the park at night. Far up in the coast range, I hiked to other old cabins in various states of decay- a favorite had walls covered with San Francisco newspapers from the 1800′s, and still contained an old wood stove and some dishes. It was located next to a lush spring off the trail to Ventana Double Cone. This was, I’m told, torn down and removed in the 80′s in a misguided effort by the Forest Service to eliminate evidence of humans from a wilderness area… I always thought the evidence of humans hanging on it what was, prior to Highway 1, a very isolated area was an integral part of the place.
Fortunately the cabin at Point Lobos was preserved. As to Whale watching- several times I saw gray whales coming up almost into the surf line at Garapatta Beach, 15 miles south or so. Private ranches used to control much of the Big Sur coast, and my teenage self was run off beaches and out of meadows a few times by men on horseback with shotguns- and shot at once. Now, fortunately, public access is guaranteed.
Whalers Cove, like 99.9% of toponyms (Martha’s Vineyard is the exception), has no apostrophe.