In La Jolla, there are a number of beaches one could go to. First was the fine and dirty sand of the tourist attractions of the Shores, the Casa Pool (which is a fricken seal preserve now) and the calendar settings of the Cove. All three were relative calm and good places to take the family and very tourististy.
And now you have WindanSea, Marine Street and Sea Lane Beaches, which are probably the whitest beaches in all of San Diego. Since day one they were dominated by Meda locals. WindanSea’s “Tourist Go Home” was a common tagging on the Pumphouse in the 60 and 70s.
Beside the taggings, these beaches were and will never be swimmer friendly, because of their steep shore line and sharper drop just a few feet out into the water. And it was not until the mid 80s was there any type of lifeguard service. You swam and dived at your own risk … making just about anyone an excellent swimmer.
Sea Lane and Marine St were the spots. There were no cops and massive drinking on the beach was allowed. Beside the numerous 4th of July Mac Meda Conventions that were held there, horseshoe tournaments and volleyball was common. Jack MacPherson, Nick Wyre and many more would head down there with had their own nets and balls. About one out of 10 people had a set of horse shoes in their vehicles.
Body whomping, sunburns, and hangovers were the major causes of injuries.
About 2-3 times a week during summer someone would have a keg party. A collection of $20 and you had the beginnings of injury number three.
The stretch of beach known as Marine Street and Sea Lane was only half mile long it was bordered by Horseshoe at the North and Little Point at the South, and the grassy area in front of actor Cliff Roberson’s house before a sea wall was built. The Quints house at the bottom of Sea Lane had a hose bib shower that was used by everyone to wash the salt off. Groups staked their own territory, but everyone pretty much came together when a keg was wheelbarrowed down. Everyone knew each other. If there was any confrontation (fight) it was settled with just an old fashion fist fight, which usually ended up with the two becoming friends, over a cold one.
It was common to see coolers filled with beer, Boone’s Farm (Apple) and Red Mountain wine just about any day of the week. A comment from a city trash collector once said, “Monday’s always looked liked like Coors had dropped a truck and trailer of beer off ” … never had he seen so many empties. The trash cans looked like an erupted volcano with a massive overflow of beer can lava.
People like Keith Liberty, Ross Luhman, and Little John (RIP) would fish the shoreline. All it took was a set of fins, a mask, snorkel and a hand spear and/or ab iron*, and about 30 minutes … your night’s meal could be BBQ bass, halibut, Abalone and/or Lobster.
*The best Ab Irons (used to pry abalone off rocks) were made with the lead springs off a car, most were made in Metal Shop at La Jolla High School.