2009 marks the 40th year since we last saw the graceful San Diego Coronado Ferry Boats. This part of San Diego history is remembered fondly by many of us who rode these wonderful vessels. There was kind of smell associated with the ferry boats. A combination of marine air and the tar coated timber pilings at the dock.

The Crown City was one of the newer sleek ferry boats. It could carry the most cars of any in the fleet. The Coronado Historical Association’s Newsletter of Spring 2008 reports it is still in service at Martha’s Vineyard.

The Coronado went to Argentina and served on the Amazon River. It is reported she is beached and abandoned somewhere there.

The San Diego skyline from the Coronado ferry dock. Not so big and built up as we know it today.

The ferry boats were basically an extension of Harbor Drive. Here you can barely make out the the Harbor House Restaurant sign.

The San Diego is aground on the banks of the Sacramento River. The Coronado Historical Association indicates there were repeated efforts to bring her back to San Diego to be adaptively reused as a dinner boat. But no such success.

The handsome San Diego Coronado Ferry offices.

The bridge that replaced the ferry boats is a great achievement and an important element of our cityscape. But we missed a great opportunity to save part of San Diego’s history by letting all the ferry boats go away. They were an iconic part of San Diego’s identity for so many years, and added a lot of character to our port. No doubt in my mind if one had been kept in service here for harbor cruises or a party boat, it would have been a very popular tourist attraction. Is all hope gone to ever bring one back for that?
Fan. Short for fanatic. An ardent devotee; an enthusiast. Here’s a nearby house to illustrate this word in a dictionary.



Hippies Use the side door. Beatles Parking Only, sign says. Also adorning the yard CD’s with picutres of the fab four glued on.
Perhaps small in stature compared to the breakwater wall at Children’s Pool beach or La Jolla Cave. But La Jolla coastline wouldn’t be quite the same without little Belvederes. Those four small green wooden structures nestled to La Jolla’s coasline between Scripps Park, Shell Beach and Children’s Pool beach. For a sheltered sit and ocean view. Moreover, these are among the last few links to “Old La Jolla.” Days when this was a seaside village and artist colony. When it was only accessible over hills of dusty roads. When Scripps Park was populated with vacation tents during summer months.
The old photo from La Jolla Historical Society shows a belvedere at Scripps Park between 1890 and 1905. The gingerbread roof. Ladies in their Victorian dresses and hats. A picnic meal. All atop a dirt bluff.
Perhaps its a bit miraculous the belvederes survived. One can guess at some point city authorities may have said “Who needs ‘em. Get rid of ‘em. Put benches there instead. Save a buck.”
But there they are. A concrete foundation and boardwalk nowadays. But still wooden and painted green. Braving the sometimes not so peaceful Pacific.


All major projects on the house are complete. Now I’m looking to more pleasurable pursuits. Eleven days from today a trip to Europe for six weeks. The focus is Scandinavia. Sweden; Stockholm, Goteborg, Marstrand. Norway; Oslo, Bergen, The Fjords and Glaciers.
This idea behind this particular blog is to document the journey. I don’t expect this will be the blog format I’ll settle on. However, its a start.
Some pix here of the handy work from the past two years.




