Monterey was the farthest south we were going on the California coast so we headed inland, past Salinas (of Bobby McGee fame), to find a place to camp for the night. We ended up driving up a fairly tall mountain and stayed at Fremont Peak State Park. Twice during the night we awoke to coyotes howling as a pack.
Because it had been dark when we drove inland, the next morning we were very surprised by the change in environment. We had only driven about an hour or two from the coast and had landed in a dry, savannah looking oak forest. The campground was teeming with birds in the morning, including scrub jays, acorn woodpeckers, white-breasted nuthatches and California quail.
We went for a hike on a dry, grassy slope up to the top of Fremont Peak. Saw lots and lots of Southern Alligator Lizards, mostly juveniles, and another species of lizard we couldn’t ID. At the top of Fremont Peak we learned that it was the first place the American flag was raised on California soil, however the wind blew the flag down so they took it as a sign to retreat and leave the peak to the Spanish for a little longer.
Later in the day we drove across the Central Valley of California to Yosemite. The valley was entirely agriculture, mostly cotton, fruit and nut trees, but almost nowhere to actually buy produce! Guess they export it all...