Good Monday morning to you. I’m awake and “moving” this morning and feeling really great about the big walk on Saturday. Will’s post had me nodding and smiling. (Especially about the ibuprofen part.) His flicker set is also way more detailed than mine but I thought I’d throw a few of my photos up of things we saw and said along the way.
We saw two buildings shaped like food during the day. Thought sadly this building no longer sells hot dogs (real estate? insurance? can’t remember…) I’m pleased no one took the big dog down.
Walk with us down Western a ways…
There is much to see along those 28 miles and not far from the start is a medical aid store, or maybe it’s a museum? This fascinating item caught our eye. Someone please explain. I’m guessing hernia girdle?
It’s always a pleasure to find a non-tagged Shepard Fairey work.
It’s hard *not* to take pictures of the Wiltern.
At 18th we came across quite a terrible looking bus/car crash.
Further down the road, Will had a quiet moment of reflection at the site of the original Fatburger.
We did need a quick blister avoidance stop. It was not unexpected, though most of us did just fine.
I guess technically this qualifies as a building shaped like the food it sells…though it gave us pause that “Fish” is represented by a dolphin.
Who wouldn’t want to stay at the Snooty Fox Motor Inn?
It’s right across the street from the Mustang Motel.
There was a bit of a not so interesting section of Western when all we could focus on was “where is Donut King?” Finally, we got there…
The other question we had was, “Should we have a donut here if we are going to eat lunch at King’s Hawaiian shortly there after?” Then someone else asked “How far is King’s Hawaiian?” And the answer was “It’s about 40 blocks away.” Decision made.
We burned off the donuts by the time we got to the 405 and our lunch stop. This was especially awesome for me…
….mmmm….kalua pig, rice, mac salad and lomi salmon.
The lunch stop was at 18 miles and after the salty feast we said good bye to Amanda and Jeff. David, Will and I trooped on through Torrance, the only thing punctuating our time were two cars who honked and yelled at us. We swear we heard them say something like “Western Walkers!” and one even took a photo. But if they knew who we were (there were no other walkers through this stretch at all) they didn’t stop to say hello.
As we approached Palos Verdes, we had to stop for some luscious fruit. It hit the spot though we were all having that chili cough after wolfing down a few bites.
Then it was a long up and down march through the palisades and the decision to end at the ocean (it’s only 2 more miles!). Just as we got to the end, mere steps away from the finish, we saw this car:
I turned to Will and said, “My god, we’ve been walking so long we’ve traveled through time!”
But at last, the ocean.
I believe my camera was pooping out just as I was. It just couldn’t focus anymore.
The end was awesome with beers and snacks awaiting us, brought by Susan and Kurt. What a day.