We spent a morning in Manhattan Beach watching surfers from the pier. The swells were not huge but I am always amazed that anyone can do it at all. I tried it once in 1968 when I lived in California and escaped with my life. I did have fun lying on the board and belly surfing in and once managed it on my knees.
The first time I saw the beach at Santa Monica was in 1967. The pier looks pretty much the same today and the beach is still a spectacular stretch of white sand. Of course the neighborhood is even more upscale and wealthy then it was in the 1960’s. They were just building the Interstate 10 and back then Santa Monica couldn’t compete with Westwood and Beverly Hills. Of course it is beachfront and as Los Angeles grew so did the price tag in Santa Monica.
It is a public beach so you see all kinds of people there from hippies and families to bodybuilders and of course tourists. There is a wonderful bike and pedestrian path that runs all the way from the Pier to Venice and Muscle Beach. It is a great walk for people watching and exercise.
Twice in my life I did the drive from Los Angeles to San Francisco along the Pacific Coast Highway. Once in 1968 by myself and once in the late 1990’s with my family. What was amazing is how little the area of Big Sur had changed in the thirty years between drives. It is still to this day a rugged and scenic area of unsurpassed beauty. I hope to make the drive at least once more in my lifetime. This picture was taken in the mid 1990’s about 100 miles south of Carmel California.
If I win the lottery this is where I would live. This was for sale last time I was in Maui and it is nestled directly on Kaanapali Beach on the walkway between Whalers Village and the Hilton Hotel. They were asking $1.1 million at the time and yes it did have a pool secluded in the back. Rainbow is optional but usually available.
The world is full of beautiful vistas but it is hard to imagine a place more beautiful than Big Sur. The road twists and turns between Carmel and San Luis Opbispo and each turn reveals a new and stunning vista. It is hard not to stop every mile or so just to take in the view. The first time I visited was in 1968 and when I went back ten years later it seemed to not have changed, rugged wild and beautiful. You can buy a print of this image by clicking here.