Part II: Palos Verdes Peninsula
If you live on the coast of Los Angeles, as I had for 14 years of my life, you begin, after a certain amount of time, to feel trapped by a sea of gray concete all around you. To leave the city, and hope for the silence of the desert, you must contemplate the possibility of gridlock - three hours or more in a car, just to leave a city.
But escape does exist. Only a small fraction of a percentage of any Angeleno takes to it. Head west, into the sea.
For a period of a few years, I managed to slide my orange kayak into the ocean at least three times a week. Always, I would head south from King's Harbor, towards Palos Verdes Peninsula.










