Santa Monica Pier

Now that I've manually cleaned up the scratches, here is some Kodachrome from Santa Monica Pier, the western end of Route 66.

I was there in the spring; it wasn't particularly warm, and was very windy, so the amusement rides weren't running and the crowd was thin.

I grew up at the Jersey Shore – which, for the record, bears no resemblance whatsoever to the stupid TV show of that name – so I know boardwalks, and to me, this was a lame attempt at a boardwalk. At the final stop on the nation's most famous highway, I expected more.

They do have Zoltar, though, to tell your fortune. This being California, he will even do it in Spanish. Who knew Zoltar spoke Spanish?