On Friday, the boys and I went down to Redondo Beach to have lunch with Sophie's camp class and to check out the sites. I'll be posting this week a bit more about Communicamp, the fantastic camp that Sophie is attending for two weeks, but today I'll just entertain you with our adventures.
|The camp sat on a bluff overlooking the pier|
|View south from the pier|
We dared to enter The Great White Shark Exhibit, paying $1.50 for a tour of a taxidermied sixteen-foot great white caught off the west coast approximately five thousand years ago. Our tour guide was a suspiciously earnest balding woman who also manned the cash registers where strange tourists purchased an assortment of shellacked shells and samurai swords. The boys, naturally, thought the place cool.
|The entrance to the exhibit|
Then we ate a mediocre lunch at a local tourist trap that looked deceptively attractive as it hung over the water but turned out to be a lot more than shabby. A seagull landed on the ledge right beside our table and proceeded to join us as we ate, a flopping small fish in his beak. I would have taken a picture, but it happened so suddenly and he was so close that it was all I could do to swallow my own bite.
|Every Hour is Happy Hour!|
All in all, Redondo Beach pier appeared to be a time capsule. The only difference, I imagined, from what it looked like fifty or more years ago was probably that the blonde California surfers and bikinied chicks had been replaced by hordes of Latino families -- the new face of California.