I grew up in Southern California, and I remember going to Santa Monica to sunbathe, play in the ocean, and visit the pier. My mother's last day outside of the hospital was at the pier - she asked me to drive her so that she could see the ocean and spend time people-watching; the next day she was in intensive care for the three weeks before her death.
Obviously, I am sentimental about the area, but I also have experiences rooted in the present day. It's a lovely walk from the pier to Small World Books in Venice and back. Once done, I love to walk to the end, where there's seating for those who like to reflect on the awesome power of the Pacific.
What are your memories of the Santa Monica Pier? Do you visit it now? Share with us your experiences!
