SURFIN' SAFARI SUMMER DAY - EIGHTEEN - August 22, 2019

 


After Sunday’s benchmark-setting (for distance) trip down to Encinitas, we decided to make it short and sweet by settling in at our home court, Marina del Rey. The teenager came today. Obstinately insistent that going pasty and flaccid playing “Fortnight” all summer was superior to his parents' combing of the Pacific Coast, today’s high temperatures melted away that fiction. There was nothing great going on surfwise. I flopped around for about an hour and ran to the Venice Pier and back. The kid got slammed and singed at the tips of his skin and looked a million bucks for it.

He won’t surf and I don't care. I’m not like that Paskowitz guy who took his many children all over the world on a permanent surfin’ safari. (See the movie "Surfwise"), but it was nice swimming with him as the sun set on us. Heading home we stopped at El Junior’s taco truck on Venice (See Surfin’ Safari Day 4) since we have pretty much hit every taco stand on the beach side of Los Angeles. We thought El Junior’s tacos were so fabulous way back at the beginning of the summer. But that was then. They'd rank behind at least three other tacos if we were ranking them, but we are not. We are eating them. It was a lovely, post-work, late afternoon foray and reminder that traveling far away adds to the beauty of a place in our souls, of how distance enhances, romances, but that our home is rich in beauty, too, if we can just conjure the proper way of seeing.







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