In the middle of the day I generally take Cheyenne out for her second walk of the day and driving into Big Pine I saw a notice never before seen on the south side of the highway.
Using the brilliant deductive powers for which I am known it occurred to me that if motor vehicles were not allowed, foot traffic might well be. I pulled a u-turn and drove back to the side of the highway. And indeed just yards away from all the traffic was a piece of open space.
That I had not previously realised there was, what amounts to a salt water swimming hole at the south end of Big Pine, is a measure of how much one gets into a routine driving past the obvious. 
It looks like another of those failed developments hewn from the living rock once again and somehow this piece of wasteland has fallen into public hands. Which means there are Rules.
Largely ignored as far as I could tell was the notice that there is no trash can and one should pack all one's trash. Local beer drinkers find that one impossible to follow judging by the numbers of cans lying all over the place. For all that there is trash there is also serenity in this unlikely place.
It could make a good place to tie up your home, if your home happened to be a wreck of a boat called of all things, Prince Albert. I was forced to wonder it's owner were dead or alive, in jail or had emigrated back Up North.
It was a floating wreck in any event, cluttering up a pretty spot. 
The mud flats were dry as a bone so Cheyenne took off to check out something extremely dubious. something for everyone at this bizarre little "park."
Using the brilliant deductive powers for which I am known it occurred to me that if motor vehicles were not allowed, foot traffic might well be. I pulled a u-turn and drove back to the side of the highway. And indeed just yards away from all the traffic was a piece of open space.That I had not previously realised there was, what amounts to a salt water swimming hole at the south end of Big Pine, is a measure of how much one gets into a routine driving past the obvious. 
It looks like another of those failed developments hewn from the living rock once again and somehow this piece of wasteland has fallen into public hands. Which means there are Rules.
Largely ignored as far as I could tell was the notice that there is no trash can and one should pack all one's trash. Local beer drinkers find that one impossible to follow judging by the numbers of cans lying all over the place. For all that there is trash there is also serenity in this unlikely place.It could make a good place to tie up your home, if your home happened to be a wreck of a boat called of all things, Prince Albert. I was forced to wonder it's owner were dead or alive, in jail or had emigrated back Up North.
It was a floating wreck in any event, cluttering up a pretty spot. The mud flats were dry as a bone so Cheyenne took off to check out something extremely dubious. something for everyone at this bizarre little "park."
3 comments:
Looks like a lovely spot! Driving down to KW next month and will do my best to check it out. What mm?
MM 29.5 roughly on the south side of the highway. It would be prettier were it cleaned up!
"Do you have Prince Albert in a can?"
No, but I do have him on this heap at the south end of Big Pine.
Sorry, I just had to.
Greg P. In WV, which is quickly becoming the SouthernMOIST Point in the USofA...
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