Malibu, part 5 --- Beach Time

Hmmm, I wonder if we could dart across the Pacific Coast Hwy for a walk on the beach?

Roger here... Believe it or not, Dianne and I did have time without Robyn and Atul during our visit to Malibu.  One of those times, we decided to hit the beach.

Dan Blocker State Beach...

The view from our RV park led us to believe that the main obstacle to getting to the beach was crossing the Pacific Coast Highway without getting crushed.  As it turned out the real challenge was getting to the sand after darting across the highway.

I lost my balance on the way down thrusting a hand into some of the brittle scrub (that had tiny thorns).  I picked about 20 of them out of my hand as I walked down the beach.  Ouch.

Unfortunately for Dianne, I had the camera ready during her trip down the trail that was really a cliffside.

Doesn't she look graceful?

After the butt slide, Dianne spent some time contemplating the bright blue ocean while I took pictures.

We walked the entire length of Dan Blocker State Beach two times (4 miles). No sitting in the sun for us anymore, but that does not preclude walks along the wet sand.

Below are a couple of pictures of the surf breaking on a rocky portion of the shore.

Peeling our eyes away from the water, we could see the Malibu Beach RV Park sitting on a bluff.  It was so nice to be able to walk on the beach without the travel and parking hassles.

The seagulls paid little attention to us as we plodded through the sand.

At one end of the beach door-to-door beach houses were perched on stilts that sat directly over the sand.  Houses such as these were the models for the set of the tv show, Two and a Half Men.

These homes, directly on the water, were prevalent  all along the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu.  The highway view of the houses consisted of a garage door and door that opened directly on the highway.  Scary for timid drivers; however,  imagine waking up every morning with the views these lucky people must have.

It looks as if Dianne, rock collector extraordinaire, has found an addition to our travel collection.

A Late Lunch/Early Supper on the Beach....

On a different day we opted to dine on the beach.  The seafood shack in the photo below was a 750 foot walk from the entrance of our RV park.  Now that we knew that walking along the Pacific Coast Highway was doable (maybe not safe), we decided to endure the amazingly noisy walk to the restaurant.  

The Malibu Seafood Fresh Fish Market and Patio turned out to be a casual culinary adventure.  We placed our orders at a window, and then...

... carried our food to a three-tiered, umbrella-covered patio (no inside seating).

Was the fish good?  Let me just say that our favorite fish 'n chips place to date (Bowfingers in Astoria, Oregon) has some serious competition.

The trip back to the RV park was also an experience.  Keeping with the butt-sliding-to-the- beach theme, we decided to see what it would be like to climb up the bluff on a steep trail that led back to the park.  We bypassed the deafening Pacific Coast Highway.  Dianne did not like the exertion.  I did.

Doesn't look that steep to me!

Stay tuned for at least one more post from the Los Angeles area.

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