Something Fishy at the Beach
So, today, we wanted to celebrate the end of summer with a day at the beach followed by a bonfire. The place to do that in the in the City is Dockweiler Beach at the end of Imperial Highway and LAX - one of the only beaches in the region with fire pits. We got there early in the day to reserve a prime pit and free parking on the street (and not have to pay seven dollars in the County lot). We arrived before noon and spent the day in and out of sun and rain. The night drew near after a magnificent red, orange, yellow, grey and black sunset sky, and our fire raged on. We roasted marshmallows and cooked hotdogs (for some, in that order!), and we tried to win the unspoken competition of creating the largest fire in the pit with the pallets we’d collected and disassembled throughout the day. As the fire finally died down, we relaxed on blankets on the sand as the sunburn of the previous six hours started to sting. We got to our cars before the 10pm parking restriction to avoid a ticket. It was a great day to end the summer.
Going to Dockweiler, though, is truly an experience. The frequent interruption of jets so-close-you-think-you-can-touch-them speeding out over the ocean or the buzz of a helicopter along the coast fill the sky. The people at the beach represent all kinds of people. As one walks along the fire pits, parties of every ethnicity are represented - it was the melting pot of LA at the fire pits of Dockweiler. There was never a dull moment with a beach filled with characters. Families, couples, groups of friends, and individuals were the entertainment of the day. A man with a metal detector for hours in the same area. An extreme senior citizen with his skiing poles do a quick-walk across the sand. People of all shapes and sizes created for quite the menagerie of visual stimulation - from good to bad.
But one thing was extremely peculiar today.