“Eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides.”
There is something consuming about the sea, something so compelling and wild it cannot be expressed. Catalina Island is a magical place, surrounded by miles of clean, open ocean. Toyon Bay is a small hidden cove, near Avalon, on Catalina and in the summertime, the sunset is visible from the beach. And at dusk, the most enchanting place in the world is the pier.
- “But when I climb up to my island peak, Escape awhile the madding world of strife, I envy not an earthly thing, this life, Which sometimes galls, is swept clean of its cares, By friendly winds, and once again I smile, Ay, truly, life seems sweet– A thing worthwhile.” –Captain Eddie Harrison
Toyon Bay pier is very old. The wood, bleached by the sun, is stained by all manner of sea-filth. Strings of clear fishing line are pulled taut across the weather-beaten rails to prevent birds from landing on them. A battered wooden storage box rests tiredly against the right side of the pier, accompanied by a digital thermometer attached to the very end of the railing on the left. There is a lifeguard chair next to the thermometer. Covered in cracking white paint, it is wooden and overlooks the bay, facing right off the pier toward the Point; a green fabric umbrella with a faded nut-brown stand, somewhat crooked, shades the chair. A long steel ramp slants downwards onto the float, where the boats land and cast off.
There are little holes in the planks that make up the floor; you can see down into the clear blue water and observe the myriad of fish and small sharks that swim below. Waves churn around the stanchions that jut out of the water, resisting the thrashing, pulsing currents. Seaweed writhes and dances around the supports in a lovely, hypnotic rhythm.
- “How the sea took me, swept me back…The only sound was the roaring sea, the freezing waves…and yet my heart wanders away, my soul roams with the sea…”
The water in the bay is pure, crystalline aqua near the shore. It deepens to a vibrant, striking turquoise as the sandy bottom falls away. All around the pier, the water is dotted with bright orange spots, friendly garibaldi swish happily in the gently swaying amber forests that grow around the bay. The marriage of oceanic and autumn colors is magnificent. Leopard sharks dart in and out of view, their splotches of grayish-black color camouflages them in the shadowy surf zone.
Palm tress move gently to and fro, above the stone amphitheater. They are quite large, even for palm trees. Their startlingly green leaves are pointy and hang down around the trunk like a peel hangs from a banana. Clusters of blaringly orange dates hug the trunk, high up by the leaves. The trunk is made of rough coco-power colored bark. Deep zig-zagging lacerations create an intricate pattern in the trees that make your eyes fuzzy if you stare too long.Read More »
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