The twilight receded into the vista of the glowing port lights. Docked container ships melded into the profusion of overhead cranes. Sporadic refinery flares overtook the final sparkles of dusk.
The sun slipped beyond the far side of the Palos Verdes cliffs. We lit a giant bonfire and settled down to its tantalizing flames. The kindling crackled and snapped. Sparkling embers escaped in the light onshore breeze.
School’s back in session tomorrow. But for the under 10-year old crowd we tent camped with last Saturday night at Cabrillo Beach Youth Center, sitting in a classroom was the furthest thing from their mind. Whittling drift wood, tying bowline knots, and kayaking the breakwater were the tasks at hand.
Our vantage point from Cabrillo Beach in San Pedro, looking back at the Port of Los Angeles and over to the Port of Long Beach, was a sight for reflection. At this outer peninsula tip the managed chaos of container ships, docks, cranes, semi-trucks and railcars intermingled in harmony. Each shipping container, no doubt, was overloaded with low priced goods from the Far East for the American consumer. Continue reading







