Jump Time

Change, evolutionary theorists tell us, doesn't happen gradually. Rather, things go along as they have been going for a long while in a state of equilibrium until a species, living at the edge of its tolerance, experiences enough ferment and stress to punctuate the equilibrium with a sudden jump to a whole new order of being. How true... and that's the way its been for me lately.  Bye Summerland!

I can feel it

Slipping away fast

Like water under the door

Wood, metal, glass, changing

Form dollar bills now

Twenty two years

Slide like fancy goldfish

Between my fingers

Protective abode

Anchors away

Relieve me my watch

Settle karma's deal

Sturdier younger fresh faced

Riders on the storm

She's all yours

Land summer house

In life's safe harbor

Island view finished

Liquid shimmering mirage

Summerland's tale

- Andra Rubcic

Lookout Park

In salt air and bright light, I watch the heaving sea beyond the eucalyptus trees, tide absconding with the sand, waves cooling the shore. Lookout Park is a great rest stop off the 101 freeway complete with picnic tables, barbecues, playground equipment and even a deluxe dog wash. A sloping asphalt walkway leads down to the ocean and a mile wide beachfront of sand offers plenty of space to set up beach gear yet still feel like you have the entire area to yourself. Yet my favorite way to get down to Summerland Beach from Lookout Park is by the way less traveled. From the East parking lot area you will find a small trail head which offers a lush overgrown creek path, a refreshingly cool secluded aperture. Come at low tide and you can easily walk to Loon Point, Miramar or even the Biltmore. Don't be surprised if you see a horse loping along the surf or a pack of dogs chasing birds, this island view beach is approved for horse back riding just be sure to BYOH.

Private Beach Horseback Rides