Back To The Beach
“Remember – Walking in the sand
Remember – Walking hand in hand
Remember – The night was so exciting
Remember – Smile was so inviting” The Shangri-Las 1964
Encinitas, Leucadia & Solana Beach
We’re spending most of our time hanging out in North County. Amid the big hotels, super spendy condos and gigantic beach houses there is still a little funk.
Sure it looks a little scary, but they have very cold Negra Modello on draft. That can’t be bad
The La Paloma is a great little movie theatre from the 20’s. There is a reference to the name “La Paloma” is one of America’s most important classic movies. Does anyone know what that is?
Del Mar Beach Dog Park
Well, one thing that has definitely changed is that dogs are prohibited on almost all Southern California beaches. We did manage to locate the Del Mar Beach Dog Park. It’s a great little corner of beach at the border between Del Mar and Solana Beach, filled with whacky K9s of every size and description and their equally whacky owners.
Emma is 14 now so bringing her to the dog park was a somewhat bittersweet experience. A little like taking your elderly Grandmother to an amusement park. She’s glad to be out of the house but why the hell are all these crazy ill mannered children running around and why do they keep sniffing my butt. Despite the fact that Emma took a sort of wall flower approach to the festivities and was more of an observer to all the frantic running around, she did brighten up and managed to carefully inspect every grain of sand.
Our month in Southern California has begun.
Wendi & I are very familiar with the area.
In the early 80’s we explored coastal towns from Chula Vista to Oceanside
and were captivated by the laid back surfer hippie feel.
Well, those days are gone!
You could write a thesis on the sociological significance of the economic and cultural shift that has transformed Southern California in the last 30 years.
So, let’s just not go there.
Instead let’s listen close and see if we can still hear some Beach Music.
It’s funny, the things that influence you. As a young boy the wallpaper in our living room was printed with 8 or 10 variations on a “Country Lane” theme. They were simple illustrations similar to what you might see on English plates. I spent hours imagining who might have walked down that path, lived in that cottage or sat on that secluded bench.
The beach at Edisto Island, South Carolina is more remote, a little more rugged and less swanky then some of the other coastal areas, but still pretty nice.
Although I love the beaches near home, I do miss a beach where you can actually swim. There are beaches both north and south of Charleston. We started our search south of the city at Folly Beach. The long expanse of sandy beach is beautiful and very inviting. BUT! There is absolutely no sense of community. It was a terrific sunny Saturday and the whole place felt abandoned. Over 95 % of the houses are vacation rentals and they all have cheap real estate signs in the front yard.
Next we headed north and discovered Sullivan’s Island, the Isle of Palms and Pawleys Island. Pawleys Island was our favorite. Although it’s as densely built up as Folly Beach it has a lot more history. Plantation owners began building summer cabins here in the early 19th century to take advantage of the ocean breezes and to avoid the malaria and small pox so prevalent on the Low Country Plantations and in Charleston during the summer months. Like in Seaview, Wa., the family homes and history give it a much greater sense of place.