In Malibu the “locals” have a heck of a time enforcing it. California gives the public “prescriptive right of access.” Which basically means that anyone owning beach front property in Malibu has to provide public access to the sand in front of their homes (at least the sand between the high tide line and the ocean). Many celebrities build houses with walkways between the homes then promptly lock the gates to those walkways once they pass all inspections.
Every few years small bands of renegades will travel around Malibu testing access rights and filing cases against people who lock their gates. It’s crazy.
If you ever go to Malibu and walk the beaches in front of homes you’ll see all sorts of signs talking about public easements and warning people that if they go past that sign (towards a home) they will be arrested for trespassing.
I’m almost positive that is the exact place I learned to surf. Point Loma in San Diego. Good thing I was living there at the time. Localism sucks, man. Share the wave.
How was that enforced, I wonder? Did the locals give any “unlocals” dirty looks? Threats? Legal injunctions?
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In Malibu the “locals” have a heck of a time enforcing it. California gives the public “prescriptive right of access.” Which basically means that anyone owning beach front property in Malibu has to provide public access to the sand in front of their homes (at least the sand between the high tide line and the ocean). Many celebrities build houses with walkways between the homes then promptly lock the gates to those walkways once they pass all inspections.
Every few years small bands of renegades will travel around Malibu testing access rights and filing cases against people who lock their gates. It’s crazy.
If you ever go to Malibu and walk the beaches in front of homes you’ll see all sorts of signs talking about public easements and warning people that if they go past that sign (towards a home) they will be arrested for trespassing.
Granted, I’ve never met you (Abraham) but from the pictures I’ve seen of you, I’d say this surfer bears some resemblance to you. What do you think?
I thought the same thing..not having met him either.
I’m almost positive that is the exact place I learned to surf. Point Loma in San Diego. Good thing I was living there at the time. Localism sucks, man. Share the wave.
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