Anaheim, CA
Let me start by adding my condolences to those of other Canadians and people from around the world to the people of France, for their losses with the horrific terrorist acts there today. They will be in our thoughts as we carry on with our lives, with increased vigilance perhaps, but carry on nonetheless, or the terrorists win. I only hope that our Minister of Defence is correct in his assessment of the ability of our security agencies to protect Canadians against radicals where ever they are from.
Today I travelled from Santa Paula, north west of Los Angeles, south to Anaheim. It was a straightforward commute, east on an east-west connector near my campground and then south all the way on Interstate 5, right through Los Angeles and out the other side to Anaheim. At one point I counted 12 lanes of traffic. And I lost count of how many freeways intersected with I-5 along the way. I certainly needed to pay attention but my GPS helped a lot with knowing which lanes to be in and I got here none the worse for wear.
I quickly set up (backing in to a really tight spot, unassisted, BTW) and then tried to catch some sightseeing before the sun went down. I headed down I-5 to Freeway 55 and over to the Pacific Coast Highway Hwy 1 at Newport Beach. A wrong turn had me heading north on Hwy 1 so I carried on to Huntington Beach to look for a lunch/dinner spot. It was 3 by the time I got there and found parking.
Huntington Beach is a long, wide beach, some of it in a State Park, and some owned by the City of Huntington Beach. It’s mind boggling how many grains of sand there might be along the west coast!
It has a small downtown core with lots of restaurants and bars on both sides of Main Street just off Highway 1. It also has a wharf, wouldn’t you know. And yes, that’s where i headed to find something to eat. I found Ruby’s Diner at the end of the wharf and grabbed a salad there, enjoying the view out to the Pacific. The food was great, and the service pretty quick.
Then I hopped back into the car to see if I could get back to Newport Beach in time to see the sun go down but I just missed it. I did catch views of a beautiful sunset (caused by pollution unfortunately) along PCH though, and the sky was still nice and red when I got to Newport Beach and walked out onto the wharf. The wharf there is on a peninsula and the streets around the wharf had piles of restaurants and shops. I didn’t have time to look around much because i wanted to head back while there was still some light, since I’m not that familiar with the area.
Turns out it took me twice as long to get back with the extra traffic at rush hour on a Friday. Gotta love LA freeways. The good news is I found my way home and am safely tucked away, getting excited about seeing Mickie tomorrow!
Lois' Adventures 