I have a lot of pictures from our few hours spent on Santa Monica Pier while we were in California for some down time.
I’m trying to figure out if I should just put the pictures up with not much commentary or if I should make this an extremely long post and natter on about our time there. Maybe I’ll find a happy medium and do a bit of both.
Our day at Santa Monica Pier was a pleasant one. Travel there was not pleasant. It took us almost 3 hours to go 60 miles because of all the traffic and another 3 hours to get back to the hotel room.
Being out in the fresh air and walking in the balmy 68 degree air made me sleepy by the time we got back to the room. I was ready for a nap before going to bed.
There is so much to see at the pier. Artists of all kinds: Oil, chalk, clay, and music are abundant. Fisher people sit quietly with their poles and wait for their days catch. We saw a lot of fisher people but not anyone that caught fish. People were every where. On the sand below and playing in the water, up on the pier and seeing the sights, others were on the other side of the pier on the Ferris Wheel or the roller coaster.
We stopped many times to help people get pictures of their day at the pier. Usually we saw a man taking a picture of a woman against the rail with the sea as a back drop. Joe offered to take their picture together and they handed the cameras over to him each time. Of course, Joe being Joe, he had to say “I get so many cameras this way”. The disconcerted half giggle he gets as a response was funny. One asian man thought Joe was a professional photographer because of the camera he carried around. He wanted his picture taken with his digital camera and Joe helped him do that. The man instructed Joe on where he would be standing, how much of himself he wanted in the photo and how much of the ocean horizon he wanted Joe to get. My Joe obliged the man and took a couple shots. The man was grateful and quite wordy in his thanks which was nice.
A place like this, with tons of people walking around you or milling around in groups, is so strange. You are part of a larger mass but you are still separate from the group. No one tried to run anyone down so it was a pleasant time being in a crowded area.
The attire of the group ranged from shorts and shirts/blouses, to swim wear covered by gauzy fabrics. One girl had on fishnet stockings, cowboy boots, a short and very expensive spaghetti strap evening dress with a t-shirt beneath and a straw hat on her head. To each their own I say. We saw one young man in denim jeans with some kind of long scarves tied to his belt loops on the sides of his pants. Looked like he had flags flying at his sides.
This is a tourist place and you can get all manner of things to commemorate your visit. Lots of money changes hands here and I did not see credit card readers at anything other than the food court.
Parking can be a chore. If you drive around long enough you will find a parking area that is near the beach. We parked in the main lot. It cost $8 for the day. Some parking areas are $7 for two hours. There were buses people spilled out of in their beach wear for their days excursions then they had to trek back through the parking lot at the very end to get the bus to go back home. Don’t know where the buses come from or how you get on them or the cost but I’m sure there is some information somewhere about Santa Monica Pier excursions.
Houses in the area are nearly next to each other with very little space between each home. It reminded me of Miami and Ft. Lauderdale with the beach homes there. I bet it is pricey living there.
On our way back to the hotel I saw a sign that said I-10 is the Christopher Columbus Transcontinental Highway. Joe told me that I-10 runs from Jacksonville, Florida all the way across and ends in Santa Monica, California. He wanted me to put it in perspective for you. One winter he had a run from Jacksonville, Florida to Laredo, Texas. By the time he traveled through Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and into Texas he was only half way through his trip. I can at least claim that over the past nine years I’ve been driving I have now been from one end of I-10 to the other.
We had a good day at the Santa Monica Pier. Should you think about making a trip to a beach area for a day of fun this would be a good place to do it. Quite enjoyable it was.
Today, I am dragging my feet and holding up the works. Joe is trying, unsuccessfully, to get me out of the hotel and back to work. We have one truck to pick up in Fontana, California – just a few miles from where we are staying. The other three trucks are in Las Vegas, Nevada and all four of them are bound for Oklahoma City. Sounds to me like it will be “Hi house, bye house” and then off to other parts of the country. BUT Thank God that mess in Red Bluff to Pomona is DONE!!!
Everyone have a great weekend. The 4th of July is coming up and a long weekend ahead for many of you. At least here in the States it is. I’ll let you know what is happening here on my end.