We all know famous addresses, the White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Ave and Sherlock Homes, 221b Baker St, but for the La Jolla beach-goers crowd, 4811 Neptune, otherwise known as WindanSea’s “The Wall,” was thee spot to hangout at. Not all could share its space. Only the coolest of the cool hung out there …
Unlike WindanSea Shack (where it was the spot for surfers) The Wall was the local status symbol and was perceived the prime location to hang and extremely visible to those driving by. It was common to have traffic jams as friends driving pass would stop and shoot the shit for 10,15 or even 30 minutes, or until a cop was spotted. Those tourists driving the beach and caught in a Wall Jam, usually found themselves yelled and cursed at if they even touched the horn.
The Wall was an external denotation of one’s social position of WindanSea. However, unlike other economic or social status symbols of the elite and famous, it sported a variety of characters, surfers, bums, drinkers, jocks, drivers, suits, and just anyone who was “bitchen” enough to share space. The common bond on the Wall was drinking.
Due to it facing WindanSea Beach and when the noon time sun hit, it was also the place to get a good baking, resulting in deepening the tans. Skin Cancer was unknown back then. It would get hot enough to fry a egg on the sidewall on just about any summer day.
Coolers mingled between the people … lawn chairs were used for a long stay. Red Mountain and Spanada wine coolers were a common drink. Coors Beer was drank the most and every once in a while a pony keg helped keep the social status hydrated.
The wall was where Jon Sarrett’s mom lived and with that said, it become the hang out of Jon’s friends at first and as time marched on, each year it had a new array of people.
Meda Editor Note: The photos of the wall keep coming in, so check back often. Photos from Doug Moranvilla, Brian Munoz, Sue Olney, Eber and whomever else.