Loc: Alamitos Bay
Acc: Hilleberg Allak tent
Dist: 34,9 km
Start: 08:20 End: 17:20
I forgot to write last evening how we passed LAX from the water in dense fog…dozens of noisy stinky jets were starting in dense fog, one after the other, just one or two minutes minute apart, sometimes two together on two parallel runways…nothing to see but only to hear for hours on end. Living in the vicinity on Playa del Rey must be deadly. After the noise and kerosine smell got less, some sewage smell caught my nose. Not a good place to be.
We became a geocache this morning…Jamie’s brother-in-law Michael, and active local paddler, did the effort to climb down the steep cliff path to pay us a visit early morning, just when I had decided o sleep in wit no cops or rangers or guards waking us and chasing us away…but thanks for the fruit juice and cranberries! My sleep was not great also this night, the surf was just s´too noisy and high tide at 3.40 am to maybe worry…though we calculated and estimated right.
Lisa learned a new way of launching a heavy loaded kayak through low surf this morning…no way to walk the heavy kayak in on your knuckles while sitting already…push in on good timing and ride the gal like a cowboy! LOL!
Some nice cliff scenery joined our path until it was breakwater paddling time…! An endless wall of square rocks piled up to a wall in an organized order like I have never seen a breakwater built like that so far guided us into the huge harbor area of Los Angeles. We crossed the first opening with no big deal, and decided to stay inside the next wall out of natural huge rocks. We had to give a crane working inside on repairing the wall a wide berth, and then it was only pelicans and sea gulls sititng on the wall, plus exactly two seals. no sea lions out here, amazing…
We enjoyed the harbor view from far offshore, but didn’t feel the need to paddle further in. On the next entrance, a huge freighter under steam was nearing from the distance, escortedby a pilot oat, but I estimated we have enough time to cross…though waiting might have been more polite. At least we didn’t get a honk or middlefinger from the pilot boat… 🙂 and the monster freighter turned out of the harbor well behind us.
A strange floating platfor caught my eye, an old fish farm? It said “BAIT” on the small house, but the whole thing looked very abandoned and taken over by sea birds, pelicans and sea lions. Still, before we turned off a strange animal caught our eye…a small dog or cat living also on the platform? And we discovered a home-made oven…and the door of the hut was open, some plants (weed…?) were growing in pots…someone was really living here! Soon a bearded guy showed up, and got busy with his plants. He might have suspected we were about to land and to rescue the puppy…almost…Noah didn’t really like to talk with us, and we left him to his arch 🙂
We were aiming for Anaheim Bay, not knowing this harbor was military, and the drive through to the inside harbor area was only allowed for motorized water crafts. After we landed briefly on some very inviting looking beach to the east, we realized this must be military, though seeing no signs. We launched again, and soon a boat with the local sheriff came up to us with red lights flashing. The sheriff, armed to the teeth with bullet proof vest and hundreds pounds of armor and weapons attached (poor guy…), explained the rules to us – surely through dark sun glasses to look very official. No landing here nowhere, and the drive through only for motorized boats. Strange rules. He got a bit more personal when I told him I am from Germany and he had just recently been to Heidelberg, but had to insist we leave the bay. Ok, but really, no tow necessary…
Outside again, the wind breezed stiff against our face as we decided to aim for the other marina to the west. The beach in between looked simply too surfy. Unfortunately, I decided to go fully into the harbor instead of taking the creek to the east where we might have found a quiet beach at the beginning. Inside Alamits Bay, we decided to do it the officicl way and stopped by the harbor patrol office and city marina office to ask for permission to camp either on the dock or on any city area. Very polite people, but no way to bent the rules in favor of the achievements of an internationally renown sportswoman. South America was MUCH more flexible in this case…
The general manager at the local fancy Yacht Club went out of his way with a bunch of phone calls to find us a place to stay, but could also not give us permission to camp on their docks s they have rented them from the city. But he told us to check at the Boy Scout center down the channel which he couldn’t get on the phone. We arrived there, knocked at the door, no one home…but their small tiny private beach looked very inviting to us – before we would end up at the homeless area of Mother’s Beach… We decided to pull up, and gave it a chance if any security camera or person would notice us…all stayed quiet (so far…). We put up tent after dark – if in the middle of the city under a bridge one could speak of darkness. I always wanted to sleep under a bridge! 🙂 Hope I will get some…