Saturday January 17, 2009
I remember now Los Angeles does not have seasons; it is summer all year long. The sun is so bright this morning you need sun glasses to get out of bed. Our original plan was to sail straight to Cabo Saint Lucas Mexico, but the weather is so good we decided to do some time in LA, Catalina, Newport Beach and San Diego. This is a very good idea; I like it.
The smell of coffee is making its way to every nook and cranny of Bella Donna. Everyone is making plans for the day. I have no control over what I am to do. I lived on the beach here from 1969 to 1974. I did not ride in a car for about 9 months at one point. My Fiat Spider sports car just sat with almost flat tires and windows covered with dust hardened with salt spray from the ocean in the apartment's underground garage. Donna and I lived on the third floor of an apartment building at 15 15th Street in Hermosa Beach. We had view south down the beach from our balcony to King Harbor Cal 224 sail boat was docked. I went everywhere on my bicycle. Work was near the airport in El Segundo on Pacific Coast Highway, Highway 1or just PCH. I would ride my bike to work about 5 AM in the morning. I left early enough in the afternoon to get home well before dark and enjoy a 5 mile jog on the beach and watch the sunset, a great way to wind down. I think everyone will agree, there is nothing like a Pacific sunset from the beach in southern California; there is nothing like a Sunday afternoon on a deck outside a brew pub on the beach listening to a favorite local rock band and looking at a fiery sunset into the dark blue Pacific. Also the sea breeze guarantees some of the freshest healthiest air in the world. I do prefer an outgoing tide though; running on hard wet sand is a lot easier than running on the soft shifting stuff that resists your stride.
John helps me prepare the bicycle as life on the sea is hard on a bike. I take off without leaving bread crumbs as finding the tallest mast out of 6,000 boats should be easy on the way back. Heading south I soon reach the strand bicycle path between beach houses and the most beautiful beach you can imagine. I think the LA beach that runs from Malibu to Palos Verdes Peninsula, 25 to 30 miles, is a real treasure. Except for under the LAX runways and the Chevron refinery the beach is dotted with lifeguard stations, remember Bay Watch, volleyball nets and restrooms; even in front of the runways and Chevron there is beautiful empty beach. Starting with Manhattan Beach (LA not NY) you have The South Bay consisting of Manhattan Beach, Hermosa Beach, Redondo Beach and maybe a small stretch of Torrence I think. The South Bay ends at the Hollywood Rivera at the foot of majestic Palos Verdes Peninsula. A bike path runs the length of the beach. Having bicycled up and down the west coast of the US there are many great bicycling paths, but this is far and away the longest and the best.
Continuing on south my nostalgia starts for me at the foot of Rosecrans Boulevard where the Chevron Refinery ends and Manhattan Beach begins. The beach city lifestyle is different from neighborhood to neighborhood. It has been some 31 years since I jogged and biked daily on the strand. Even though it is mid winter the crowd today is like a slow summer Saturday. Everyone of the many beach volleyball courts are in use with very athletic men and women competing. The fun games include six players on each side of the net. The serious games just two. I stop and watch a game of two women volleyball that reminded me of the Summer Olympics. A young slender tall blond on one side had a killer spike.
There are the eclectic beach houses jammed together on the strand walk where the sand ends. Each is very different from the one next to it. All have been remodeled in the last 30 years, but some remodels now look needy again. The people that live and enjoy the beach are as eclectic as the beach houses. There are a lot of young people and there seem to be more Latin Americans today than 30 years ago. However, you see all ages from babies to the elderly. There are the families and the singles. There are bicycles everywhere, most are strand cruisers with the balloon tires and single gear. Most everyone has a great big smile spread across their face.
I found our old apartment at 15 15th street, 2 blocks from the center of Hermosa (Pier Avenue); it is now a condo. We paid about $150 a month rent when we lived there in the early 70's; it was being offered at $200,000 as a condo when we left in 1974 shortly after Kevin, our son, was born. I assume it is worth over a $1,000,000 now. The view south to King Harbor was wonderful back then because the Biltmore Hotel was removed from the beach front; the site is now a beautiful park.
There are about 30 well worn strand cruisers parked in front of the Poop Deck Bar on the strand 1/2 block from Pier. This place has not changed in 30 years. It was just a few sticks of wood then; it looks worn and weathered now. They used to sell 10 cent draft beer on Wednesday nights; it is a real fun place for the younger drinking crowd. Pier Avenue at the Hermosa Pier is virtually a walk street, no cars, on the weekends. The famous Lighthouse Jazz Bar and Cafe on Pier Avenue looks the same. I remember sitting stage side and listening to Dizzy Gillespie when we lived here. The popular Taco Bill's corner where they made the best Taco Burritos is gone. It has been replaced by a trendy bar with a small open second floor sitting area.
I rode done to Redondo Beach and King Harbor. There must be at least four times the boats there now. Every inch of available open water is filled with small power and sail boat. The old yacht club building has not changed much, but is hidden behind all the boats and condos. The Chart House Restaurant, one of our favorite places, is still there.
Four hours later my bike ride ends at the easy to find Bella Donna.
God Bless Bella Donna