The City of Avalon
Woke up: Avalon Bay, Santa Catalina Island, California
Went to sleep: Off the coast of Sorrento, California
I didn’t love Avalon the way I loved Ripper’s Cove. The bay is intriguing with well over 100 mooring balls lined up row after row in an area not much larger than a football field. Each of the boats is moored “stern-to”, bow facing out, so it appears the boats are offering a collective mooning to the town.
The harbor patrol, in a black and orange harbor patrol vessel, greeted us at the harbor entrance. We shouted our intent to take a mooring ball and he instructed us to follow him. He led us through a maze of yachts and mooring balls while dinghies, other large boats and stand up paddle boarders zipped in and out all around us. Once we were secure, the gentleman said, “That will be $34.00.” I was wondering exactly how he intended me to pay him? Toss my credit card across the gap between our boats? I wrote a check and he was able to motor near enough to accept our payment. Seems like an unusual system to me, but, remember, I’m new at this.
The City of Avalon is interesting with its narrow cobblestone streets and prominent use of golf carts instead of cars. Although a lot of the older buildings have Spanish influenced architecture, like Santa Barbara, the newer developments appear to be trending away from the theme which, results in a mish mash of design.
Avalon offers an infinite number of ways to spend money, really fast. After our morning walk, Peter was making plans to do more exploring while I made a trip to the grocery store. Suddenly the little man in the orange and black harbor patrol vessel pulled up alongside us. “Good Morning! What are your plans for today?” “Groceries?” I questioned. “Check out time is 9 am, ma’am. If you want to stay an additional four hours it will be $17.00.”
We disentangled Penelope from the mooring ball and quickly motored out of Avalon Harbor. Some places are worth $4.25 an hour. This is not one of them.