Avalon: Our Hotel and some Peculiarities

We stayed at the Hotel St. Lauren (of course I was initially pronouncing it "LOR-inn" instead of the preferred, "lo-RENN"), which, you can see, is what a local we met called "the pink one."



It was far enough away from the beach-front promenade that it was relatively quiet, but really, all of Avalon is quiet after 10 pm. Our room was on the third floor, but since it was at the back, we were nearly at ground level with the upward sloping road.



Here's a shot from the roof-top patio/sunning area.



If you look close at the above picture, you might be able to see that the streets are full of golf-carts rather than autos. There are some cars on Catalina, but we hear there's an eighteen year wait for residents to get their cars over. Most actual autos are Minis (the OG ones fro the 70s) or trucks (for travel to the rugged interior). Most residents drive golf-carts for anything requiring a drive. We even rented a cart to better explore some areas of Avalon. Here's a street with some parked carts, and even a couple of rare minivans.



Even the garbage trucks are miniature. It must have something to with air quality ordinances and the necessities of their community.



Here are a couple of pictures of Corrie and I horsing around. Corrie's playing on a jungle-gym zip line thing, and I'm at a WWII monument machine gun, mounted for protection, covering the harbor during training exercises during the War.




The gun doesn't move, and I'm about to take out a palm tree.