At The Beach
I did a little redecorating here at the Pages, it was time to let go of the desert/golf image in favor of something more like Orange County (“The OC”). These are the hills east of San Juan Capistrano.
I am sitting where the red marker is in the lower right. The Coast Highway (PCH) is where the aqua pushpin is, and the railroad tracks are marked by the green pushpin, which means we hear the railroad much more than we hear the ocean. We can’t see the ocean at all.
We see some cool houses here. We see a lot of houses that were built in the post-war era—some, like the one above, have been restored. You could buy this house for about 4 million.
Because the house is worthless. The land is what’s expensive. You’d tear down the 2000 square foot bungalow and put in something like this. If you can afford 4 mil for the lot, you can build the house for a million-plus, so it’s no big deal really.
Now, the above house is on the inland side of Neptune Ave, so it’s only worth about 2.5 million. The beachfront houses block the view, but if you build it high enough, you can see over the houses in front of you.
It’s good to have a reminder of what the beach was once like.
Here’s something you don’t see every day; we must be getting close to a beach access point.
We are at the end of the road. This staircase leads to the ocean. There is a [free] parking lot behind me, very nice. We don’t go all the way down because then we’d have to climb all the way back up. We have enough stairs to climb back at the apartment. But we’ve gotten used to going up stairs and now it’s nothing. Roar!
That’s our little walk, it takes about 45 minutes up and back.