To surf and sun

By Gregory Harris
Arizona Summer Wildcat
August 7, 1996

Gregory Harris
Arizona Daily Wildcat

If you've been to the Fourth Avenue Street Fair, you'll be familiar with this scene. What makes the Ocean Beach Street Fair on Newport different is that the vendors end where the beach begins.

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SAN DIEGO - Ahh, our destination. I had finally arrived.

After a six-hour drive down a long, straight, barren road - which had nothing to distract my boredom except for unexciting roadway towns like Yuma and Gila Bend - I was in San Diego.

San Diego, the land of sun, fun, sand, surf and oh - fish tacos.

I had previously reserved a room at the Plaza International in El Cajon, Calif. It was a decent hotel, but let me make a suggestion - if you go to San Diego, try to stay within walking distance of the beach. If you do not, you won't find much difference b etween San Diego and Tucson. After all, the reason to go to a getaway is to simply get away from the familiar.

Since I was staying in El Cajon, to get to the beach I trekked down Interstate 8, which has such evenly spaced large bumps, it seems to give a continuous note, like those produced by an opera singer's voice.

My first night in San Diego was a Saturday, so I sampled the numerous clubs in Pacific Beach, which was a pretty good time. Probably the best two clubs were Tremors, which was a dance club that played a lot of hip-hop, and Emerald City, which was very sim ilar to The Cage in Tucson - although with less atmosphere and space.

I then ventured down Mission to a couple of interesting, warm and non-air-conditioned, beach-side dive bars, across the street from the Belmont roller coaster (the same one featured in a "Leave It to Beaver" episode), called Coasters (how appropriate) and the Beach Club.

At Coasters, you can purchase drink coasters at a quantity price and exchange them for drinks. If you get to the Beach Club, you may be lucky enough to sit next to a guy wearing white fur chaps and chair-dancing with his skateboard under his feet. I assum e that this is the normal Beach Club clientele.

The next day, after going to and from El Cajon on the "opera-like" highway (Interstate 8), I went to Ocean Beach, where I happened upon the Ocean Beach Street Fair on Newport. It appeared to be a carbon copy of the Fourth Avenue Street Fair. In fact, I ev en recognized a couple of pan flute musicians.

It is amazing how many parallels there are between Tucson and San Diego. San Diego is like Tucson with freeways and a beach.

Newport ends at the beach, and in the distance, right around the Ocean Beach pier, I could see decent-sized waves. Not Australian or South African waves, but very surfable waves for San Diego. Hence, there were dozens of surfers riding waves in a dangerou sly tight squeeze between the pier supports. Being the shutter-snapping fool that I am, this consumed me for the next couple of hours, and if you enjoy the beach or surfing, I would recommend this spot.

After a huge (colossal), tasty burger at HoDads in Newport, which I would definitely recommend to you carnivores, I went to Mission Beach.

I hung out on the sand in a place far away from the thousands of flies buzzing around the beach's garbage cans. As the sun began to set, I watched and listened to the waves, and I thought to myself, "Ahh, this is my destination. This is San Diego."


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