When I grew up in SoCal, there was nothing much along the coast south of Huntington Beach's TinCan Beach... until you got to San Clemente.
Certainly no boat harbor here at all. Just a sheltered beach.
I returned many years later, and this scene greeted me at Dana Point
rattymouse wrote:
Today there is scarcely any parking there for your boats!
There's still a great deal of interesting stuff along the SoCal coast.
But I'm glad I saw it when nature reigned as soon as you headed south from Huntington Beach.
Yes, you CAN go back, but as the expression suggests, it's seldom as good as you remember it .
Charlie
"There's still a great deal of interesting stuff along the SoCal coast.
But I'm glad I saw it when nature reigned as soon as you headed south from Huntington Beach.
Yes, you CAN go back, but as the expression suggests, it's seldom as good as you remember it .
Charlie"
You said it all Charlie, I'm a true Southern California native and nothing is the same as it used to be.
Surfing in HB, parking anywhere along PCH "for free" ah yes those were the days
tfoltz wrote:
"There's still a great deal of interesting stuff along the SoCal coast.
But I'm glad I saw it when nature reigned as soon as you headed south from Huntington Beach.
Yes, you CAN go back, but as the expression suggests, it's seldom as good as you remember it .
Charlie"
You said it all Charlie, I'm a true Southern California native and nothing is the same as it used to be.
Surfing in HB, parking anywhere along PCH "for free" ah yes those were the days
-Tim
I lived in Montebello Park when I was very young (east of L.A.).
At age 10 we moved to Huntington Park (southeast of downtown L.A.).
Both were very nice middle-class towns back then.
My beaches were never to the west (Hermosa Beach, etc); they were to the south (Seal and Huntington beaches).
My family would occasionally grab our old, smelly canvas tent and camp at Tin-can Beach with my father's brothers and their families. For free, of course. We literally took our empty tin cans down to "The Pile" and dumped them. Our contribution to the history of Huntington Beach .
At age 16 I took all my newspaper route savings and bought a 10-year-old Ford. From then on I never camped with my family- but with my best buddy. And we favored Huntington Beach (and Yosemite for longer excursions).
Ah, the simple life of those "good old days." .
Charlie
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