Amidst the crowds, fifty million stoplights, endless stripmalls and aggressive LA driving lies a gem. That beautiful, blue, often turbulent and humbling Pacific Ocean.
Afternoon winds turn the blue into a sea of whitecaps as far as the eye can see which, by the way, is just past the gangly ocean drilling rigs that dot the horizon like yellowy lit Christmas trees after the sun goes down.
Everybody visits, all races and creeds joined in a heap of beach towels, prop up shelters and umbrellas of every design. Barbeques slow cook todays purchase while plastic cups hide strong booze and beach cruisers piloted by bikini clad women plod along the bike path. Hole diggers dig, a pastime I'm not sure I quite understand, perhaps it has to do with mans need to cultivate, sun bathers bathe, boggie boaders boogie and well, some people just stand ankle deep in the ocean...I'm not sure what the name is for that.
At first there is a mystery, when approaching the vastness that is the ocean. For instance, I often think, man, if I kept going west, there is not another thing for thousands of miles, save a heap of floating debri here and there and maybe those people from Whale Wars scouring the ocean in search of Japanese whalers. I digress. Anyway, there is a certain comfort to know that on the edge of the concreted expanse and endless nature-less space better known as Los Angeles is an untamed, wonderous, gigantic beast of an ocean commonly called....the Pacific.
It's called wading -- the way us less active types enjoy the glory of the Ocean :) I'm so glad you've brought us up to the present. I cannot wait to read this next chapter of Oceanside adventures.
Posted by: Amy | July 06, 2009 at 08:24 AM
HI BEN
HEARD YOU WHERE ON THE MOVE TO HIKING MUIR TRAIL, THAT WILL BE A GREAT HIKE.
WE SLEPT IN TENT CABINS WHEN WE WHERE THERE.
HAVE FUN AND TAKE CARE OF YOU
VIRGIE
Posted by: virgene | September 07, 2009 at 03:47 PM