I arrived at what can only be a multi-centi-million dollar gated community ruminating on the cost-benefit of showing up there on the night of the revolution. Their lines of sight are too good, and the houses are too far apart while still being able to hear gunshots to make a great candidate. I left the next day fairly sure that it would be a bad thing if the public had access to the many miles of sand beach they alternately safeguard, protect, isolate, hoard.
If I lived here I’m sure I would feel differently.
The public beach down the road is a pale immitation of the immaculate original California coast they don’t let people drive up to anymore. You can still take a boat, apparently, but if you own a boat...
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The public beach down the road is a pale immitation of the immaculate original California coast they don’t let people drive up to anymore. You can still take a boat, apparently, but if you own a boat...
In America you’re on your own.
America’s not a country, it’s just a business.
Undeniably this ranch is a magnificent preserve of original California, a california that exists -nowhere- apart from here because the rest of it has been turned into public beaches and the motels and mcdonalds required to service those beaches full of hungry people.
We live in an age of global problems.
But all we’ve got is people like me who just want to protect however many acres of land they can keep other idiots off of.