it’s the last official weekend of summer. years ago my last official weekend of summer usually ended sometime in october when the water at the beach began to get a little to cold for comfort. and the sun’s rays a bit to weak for tanning. ah, a lifetime ago in the sun. i have skin carbuncles as a mute testimony of those long ago days.
the beach of choice was usually huntington. surf city, usa. though many others were tossed into the mix of a lifetime of beach going. orange county beaches were always the favorite.
these photos have appeared here in my blog before. not this blog but my other blog that i deleted the last time i deleted my other place. confusing but it really doesn’t matter.
a few years ago my friend, dfr, sent me a bunch of old huntington beach photos. old photos of olden days and king oil. oil wells to rival texas or one of those far middle east places. oil wells thick as fleas on a mongrel dog. yeah, so calif was once a kick ass oil producing hot bed.
huntington beach in particular. oil so abundant it oozed up under the water coating your feet with a thick tar when you went swimming, body surfing or surfing. of course that was long ago. the price of land all over so calif making the oil wells and smaller cricket pumpers just wisps of imagination. but rest assured they were here and alive. a few of the cricket pumpers still live in a few places. sad lonely reminders of long ago.
back when i was a kid the wells were still around but not alive to the extend of what you see in the photos. they were just mere ghosts of the past. but still around. by the early 60’s oil gave way to a housing boom that still, to this day plods sadly on.
the brown eyed girl and i watched, ‘point break’, the other night. it was her first time. i’ve seen it any number of times. it’s one of my all time faves. after that last viewing i’m ready to move it into my top ten. the brown eyed girl wasn’t or isn’t that impressed by the movie. it really doesn’t matter that much. the beach scenes of huntington in the movie and my wandering through some of the old photos of the old days made it necessary for me to write this and share s few of the photos with you because…
it’s the last days of summer here in locust land. dreams still die hard. the old visions want to hang on. hang on for what may or may not be eternity.
huntington beach, circa 1964.
huntington beach, circa 1954. my friend dfr and fellow summer campers.
the old days looking south at pacific coast highway.
when oil was king.
the huntington beach plunge. an indoor swimming pool with salt and fresh water pools. they were still around in the 50’s. i loved them as a kid when the rip tides and undertow’s were howling they were a refuge.