Welcome to the second installment of my Los Angeles trip! If you missed the first, check it out here.
On Sunday, our last day of the trip, we drove out to Santa Monica and up the Pacific Coast Highway 1 to Malibu, where we stopped and walked down the cliffs to the Pacific Ocean. I have been to the Pacific Coast in both San Francisco and San Diego, but the water in Malibu was much more clear and blue than I remembered it being in either of the other California cities. We spent our day wandering around cute towns and driving along the PCH1 with the mountains on one side and the ocean on the other.
The blooms in Malibu were unbelievable! Wouldn’t you love to have this as your doorway?!
You can’t tell from these photos, but to get down to the beach everyone climbed down a staircase that was almost a 90 degree angle to the ground. Certainly not what us East Coasters are used to, but worth it for the beautiful views of the water against the cliffs.
To end the day, we walked around Santa Monica’s Muscle Beach before grabbing ice cream on the pier. Guys, Muscle Beach is crazy. I have never seen anything like it. At first, I thought people were saying Mussel Beach, because of mussels from the ocean. As soon as we arrived I knew that was wrong. It looked like a cross between an Olympic gymnastics training site and a practice location for American Ninja Warrior. People were doing acroyoga in one place, swinging from rings mounted high in the air (traveling rings), jumping on slacklines, shimmying up ropes, and moving from one parallel bar to another with ease. It was easy to see why it is called “Muscle Beach.” I have to say, while it was cool to see once, that part of the beach stressed me out way too much to see again. I witnessed at least one person sprain or break their foot, and I’m convinced we would have seen even more injuries if we had stayed longer. Needless to say we moved on to dinner and the pier not too long after seeing the traveling rings.
Walking along the pier with a scoop of ice cream while the sun set over the Pacific and behind the mountains was the perfect way to end our trip. Throughout the weekend we caught up on each other’s lives, chatted about the future, and made new memories together. I love that I can get together with these friends after so long and it still feels like we can pick up where we left of last time, just like we would each week in high school. Love to all, until our next girls trip (which better not be until the next baby ;))!
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