There’s one thing that really stinks about LA — parking. Being a loyal San Diegan, I’m used to free beach parking which makes the beach a friendly place to all families regardless of income.
My friend and I intended to go to the beach somewhere near the Santa Monica/Malibu border, but a search for a coveted parking space (that didn’t cost the same as a small monkey on Craigslist aka $20) led us up the 101 Highway to mid-Malibu.
After we found a parking space in a most likely illegal spot, we unloaded our surfboards and ventured into the water — a break, we soon realized, that was ideal for longboarders and people with hoof-strong feet (perhaps Ooba Ooba, my friend, would have fared better here). My 5’9″ shortboard was not too pleased with the waves, and It didn’t help that we hobbled up and down on the sharp rocks as if a cowboy was shooting at our feet with a pistol while screaming, “DANCE FOOLS! DANCE!!!”
About an hour, five scrapes, and three dings to the surfboards later, we decided to dry off and explore the nearby area with my camera. The lagoon at sunset was beautiful — I’ll let you see for yourself.
Today was no different than any other, but it’s nice to appreciate the small things. After all, every sunset you see is one less sunset you’ll get to see. Morbid, but true!