Armed with camera and bicycle I managed to find the magic as I cruised the west end of the Land of OB on an unusually warm afternoon near the end of the year. And I also tried to find any new developments in the land of development and businesses.
As hula hoopsters gyrated in the grassy area, beach goers and surfers gathered near the water, a shimmering body of quiet pacific until the waves curled up and crashed on the shore.Packed with locals and tourists alike, the Wall was the center of the village, as everyone wanted to share a seat on the historic cement.
Three musicians who play every other week at the Lazy Hummingbird were enjoying the scene. Michael – or “Fungi” – lives in OB and his two pals, Christian and Hayes join him at Danielle’s hot spot on Santa Monica, playing as “the Max Davis Collective”.
A young woman artist, Jetta, was drawing an eye, taking time off from her job at Sprouts and from SDSU where she goes.
Newport Avenue itself was just jammin’ – as per usual, the tourists were lined up at Hodad’s. But there was no news at the BBQ House expansion, no news at the new Cohn restaurant in the old Portugalia, nothing else appeared to be new on the main business drag.
Through the windows, counters and soda machines can be seen. I spoke to Lucas over at Surfrider Pizza, just across the street, and he told me that a small market was going in at the location, 2171 Abbott. What with the demise of Apple Tree, he said, the new owner was hoping to be part of the solution.
As the shadows became longer, the magic of this warm winter day is not easily forgotten. Once again OB has captured its title as the magical beachtown along the shore and reminds us all of the wonders of SoCal in a gentle December moment.