It was such a beautiful day last Tuesday that Tony and I decided to venture out to visit the Malibu pier.
Alas, the excitement and spontaneity of the decision was a bit hampered as he diddled around all morning and then had to eat breakfast which turned out to be a lunch of Subway sandwiches (his favorite, not mine) that we munched at nearby Averill park. Why we couldn’t have saved time and eaten them at the pier—or picked up something different at the venue, I don’t know? But it was a lovely day and the park was nice (and I still had half a sandwich for the next day :-)).
After lunch, Tony needed to get gas for his van. Not just any gas, the cheapest gas in town, which was several miles away in a whole different town on PCH (Pacific Coast Hwy). Being as it was lunchtime, the traffic was heavy so the going on the surface streets was rather slow.
The good news at the gas station was that Tony washed the windshield. It needed to be done twice, but I didn’t complain that it only happened once, at least I could see out. Next time I’ll wash it myself.
Finally, we were on the freeway, and fortunately Tony was driving his van so we could go much faster than if we took my van, Huckleberry. The traffic was relatively free-flowing so it didn’t take too long to get to the 10, otherwise known as the Santa Monica freeway.
Now the thing I hate most about going ANYWHERE out of our little coastal paradise is driving on those horribly ugly freeways. If they just were tree lined they’d be okay, or without the retaining walls so you can see the surroundings. Nooo.. there is nothing but lanes and lanes of vehicles and asphalt.. very ugly. I don’t mind driving on freeways, in fact I love highway driving, just not in Los Angeles—yuck.
Anyway, upon approach to the 10 off-ramp, Tony asks in his best, we’re-gonna-do-it-anyway, whether-you-like-it-or-not voice, if it would be okay to visit the Santa Monica Pier instead of Malibu because it was getting kind of late, he wanted to avoid coming home traffic.
I didn’t protest, it was getting late and I hadn’t been to the Santa Monica Pier since I was a kid, so it was okay. But I was a bit disappointed because the best part of the journey to Malibu.. the part I was really looking forward to, was the drive along the coast on PCH after you get off the 10. Oh well, next time.
It was such a splendid day, weather wise… and being that it was a Tuesday in the middle of January, the pier was relatively empty. The pier itself was very cool… it’s 100 years old this year! The old planking and huge nails that pegged it together.. very cool. The vendors and such were nothing too much to speak of. Another tourist place with all the same stuff, just Santa Monica printed all over it. We walked to the end and back and enjoyed the day. I did get some post cards to send to Nikki.
And so it was… Malibu was spelled S-A-N-T-A M-O-N-I-C-A at least for that day.
Next time, I’ll be sure to plan ahead and get us out of the house earlier so we can spell things properly.
At least I can check the Santa Monica Pier off my “bucket list.” (Wait… was Santa Monica Pier on my “bucket list?” Hey it’s the beginning—no the end—of Route 66 which is definitely on the list!)
Ta for now, Blogger Buddies!
Alas, the excitement and spontaneity of the decision was a bit hampered as he diddled around all morning and then had to eat breakfast which turned out to be a lunch of Subway sandwiches (his favorite, not mine) that we munched at nearby Averill park. Why we couldn’t have saved time and eaten them at the pier—or picked up something different at the venue, I don’t know? But it was a lovely day and the park was nice (and I still had half a sandwich for the next day :-)).
After lunch, Tony needed to get gas for his van. Not just any gas, the cheapest gas in town, which was several miles away in a whole different town on PCH (Pacific Coast Hwy). Being as it was lunchtime, the traffic was heavy so the going on the surface streets was rather slow.
The good news at the gas station was that Tony washed the windshield. It needed to be done twice, but I didn’t complain that it only happened once, at least I could see out. Next time I’ll wash it myself.
Finally, we were on the freeway, and fortunately Tony was driving his van so we could go much faster than if we took my van, Huckleberry. The traffic was relatively free-flowing so it didn’t take too long to get to the 10, otherwise known as the Santa Monica freeway.
Now the thing I hate most about going ANYWHERE out of our little coastal paradise is driving on those horribly ugly freeways. If they just were tree lined they’d be okay, or without the retaining walls so you can see the surroundings. Nooo.. there is nothing but lanes and lanes of vehicles and asphalt.. very ugly. I don’t mind driving on freeways, in fact I love highway driving, just not in Los Angeles—yuck.
Anyway, upon approach to the 10 off-ramp, Tony asks in his best, we’re-gonna-do-it-anyway, whether-you-like-it-or-not voice, if it would be okay to visit the Santa Monica Pier instead of Malibu because it was getting kind of late, he wanted to avoid coming home traffic.
I didn’t protest, it was getting late and I hadn’t been to the Santa Monica Pier since I was a kid, so it was okay. But I was a bit disappointed because the best part of the journey to Malibu.. the part I was really looking forward to, was the drive along the coast on PCH after you get off the 10. Oh well, next time.
It was such a splendid day, weather wise… and being that it was a Tuesday in the middle of January, the pier was relatively empty. The pier itself was very cool… it’s 100 years old this year! The old planking and huge nails that pegged it together.. very cool. The vendors and such were nothing too much to speak of. Another tourist place with all the same stuff, just Santa Monica printed all over it. We walked to the end and back and enjoyed the day. I did get some post cards to send to Nikki.
And so it was… Malibu was spelled S-A-N-T-A M-O-N-I-C-A at least for that day.
Next time, I’ll be sure to plan ahead and get us out of the house earlier so we can spell things properly.
At least I can check the Santa Monica Pier off my “bucket list.” (Wait… was Santa Monica Pier on my “bucket list?” Hey it’s the beginning—no the end—of Route 66 which is definitely on the list!)
Ta for now, Blogger Buddies!
Yay! Postcards!!
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