Long Beach Highway Mystery – Can You Solve It?

Being recently retired and the original owner of my 1969 Porsche 912 Coupe, I now have the time and means to pursue my lifelong interest in the US highway system that existed roughly from 1926 until the early 1960s.

One US highway that piqued my interest is US Route 6 (US 6), also known as the “Grand Army of the Republic Highway”. From 1937 to 1964 it was the longest (about 3,600 miles) of all US highways, connecting Provincetown MA on the tip of Cape Cod, Massachusetts and Long Beach CA.

The present western terminus of US Hwy 6 now intersects with US Route 395 in Bishop, CA. The previous routing (a general term) brought US 6 south co-signed with US 395 to what is now CA Hwy 14 north of Ridgecrest and continued south through Rosamond, Lancaster, Palmdale, Santa Clarita and into the San Fernando Valley (co-signed with US Route 99) on what is now San Fernando Road to Figueroa Street where Old 99 diverged on its separate way to the Mexican border at Calexico.

US 6 continued south on Figueroa Street into Long Beach where it turned east on State Street/Alternate US 101, now known as Pacific Coast Highway.

But where did US 6 officially end (or start) in Long Beach? Unfortunately, at this moment I don’t know and that’s where the mystery begins.

If you know (or are?) a long-time Long Beach resident, you may have additional information. Or, if you have any old (1940s or 1950s) photos, home movies or maps of Long Beach, they may help solve the mystery.

Some vintage maps show a US 6 federal shield on State Street (now PCH) east of Figueroa but west of Atlantic Avenue. Others show the same federal shield on State Street between Atlantic Avenue and Lakewood Boulevard traffic circle.

These apparent inconsistencies deal with the highway’s “alignment” (not the more general “routing”) that could be quite normal since federal highway designations in the last century were often changed for any number of usually political reasons. But I’ve found nothing to date showing a verifiable “End” to US Hwy 6 in Long Beach.

Also, there’s the matter of the “Grand Army of the Republic Highway” commemorative plaque placed on the Municipal Auditorium at Seaside and Long Beach Boulevard in May of 1953.

The Auditorium was demolished in the early 1960s and the plaque was relocated to the nearby Terrace Theater, now the Long Beach Performing Arts Center.

Since I’ve found nothing showing an official US 6 alignment south of State Street/PCH, I believe the Municipal Auditorium plaque has been placed (twice now) not at the actual end of the official highway alignment, but rather on a suitable public building in Long Beach. Others believe it has more significance relative to the actual end of the Highway.

Stay tuned because when I solve the mystery, I’ll let you know.

 

California Dreaming on Highway One from San Francisco to Los Angeles

As a teenager in the mid-sixties I was greatly inspired by the music of the Beach Boys. One balmy evening during the summer of 1964 I was stirred by the driving tempo of I Get Around by a group I’d never heard of blasting from the huge old bakelite valve-driven radio that dominated my bedroom. It was during those times when, against the British government’s wishes, every teenager was tuned to Radio Caroline, broadcasting illegally from an old coaster moored somewhere out on the North Sea. I’d heard nothing like this before. It was certainly beyond the play lists of Auntie BBC and her tedious Home Service! I was hooked, not only to the vibrant, close harmonies and falsettos of the vocals but by the very images the lyrics portrayed of sun, sand, striped-shirt freedom and long=legged bikini clad girls. Flower power, love-ins, peace movements and the whole Haight-Asbury thing followed. Then, in 1969, Pirelli published their highly collectible California calendar, containing evocative close-up images by photographer Harry Peccinotti of beautiful sun tanned Californian maidens. By modern standards the photographs were very tame, more like snapshots. Nevertheless that calendar re-enforced a yearning to visit California because it seemed the best place on earth. My vision was of stunning blond California girls, a youth culture driving Chevrolet Corvette Stingrays and a wild freedom that seemed unknown to teenaged Britain.

For various reasons, OK I’ll be honest … a lack of funds, forced me to wait a decade before I managed to realize my dream and by this time LA, Carmel, Santa Monica, Santa Cruz and San Francisco had become household names through the lyrics of a continuous stream of hit songs by The Beach Boys, Eagles, Jan and Dean and The Mamas and Papas, California Dreaming really had become something of a reality. By the time I arrived in the City of Angels aboard a TWA westbound seven-forty-seven and things were every bit as I imagined. Once bitten, I was smitten and vowed to return as soon as I could. But it took more than twenty years, but with the love affair still intact, I was going back. Maybe I’d become an ageing hippie still listening to those melodic surfin’ sounds that had continued to drive my mind through all of these years. Previously I’d flown from San Francisco to LA this time I was going to do things for real by driving the Pacific route between the two largest cities along California State Highway One.

Despite claims that the USA lacks culture, nobody can deny that what it does have is scenery … huge, mind blowing scenery such as Yosemite, the Grand Canyon and Zabriski Point. California’s Pacific coast similarly does not go begging. It is where nature competes with itself for superiority along rugged cliff tops that rise and fall against the might of the great ocean; mist encrusted mountains against mighty sequoia forests. The Pacific is everything the Atlantic lacks. It can be wilder, more belligerent; the breakers tend to roll higher making it, sometimes a surfer’s paradise, at others a seafarer’s grave. California, despite an element of confident brashness, has always appealed more for its natural untamed beauty than say the tourism evoked retirement condominiums of Florida on America’s opposite coast.

Many claim that Highway One is best tackled north to south. Route One really beings at Legett where the road clings tightly to the ocean for nearly 150 salt splashed miles as it passes close to the giant redwoods at Muir Woods before becoming US 101, the Golden Gate freeway, and crossing the magnificent, often fog enshrined, bridge of the same name. Most don’t bother with the first part, choosing to join the route at San Francisco and continuing at a gentile pace with a stop or two before reaching the congestion rush of greater Los Angeles. If you’re in a hurry, then the 400 mile drive can comfortably be made in a day although there’s little point in missing the enormous potential it offers. It’s best to stop and linger a while if you can. The West Coast can be chilly, often hemmed in by coastal fogs held in by the mountains, despite this you’ll still feel at one with the elements and it’s best driven in an open-top sports car. I didn’t but, but should have and I regret that I didn’t!

San Francisco is a beautiful city of over six million and a delicate charm of its own, especially where the palatial Victorian homes have survived a series of earthquakes. There’s Lombard Street, short but steep, rising 27 degrees through a series of eight hairpins that twist and turn forcing a cars to proceed at a snail’s pace. Some of the main streets reach 300 feet at Pacific Heights before dropping through amazing gradients to the Marina District below. As you top each crest you’ll be transformed and in your minds-eye you are Steve McQueen playing Bullitt flooring the accelerator of that throaty Shelby-Mustang and bouncing over those bumps at breathtaking speed as you fight to tame this out-of-control beast. In reality you’ll take it slow, real slow, fearing the consequences should your brakes fail! A more sober way is to take the cable car from Nob Hill to the Bay and watch the floor show performed by the driver and his agile grip man as they work together to traverse the undulating tarmac. These days the cable cars are usually packed with tourists and it can be hard to get a ride.

Once more in the real world I start my journey at Fisherman’s Wharf, the trendy waterside area of good fish restaurants, a waxworks and tourist shops that compete with a fine view of the Bay. Alcatraz Island, the former penal establishment that is now a crumbling State Museum, stands formidably in turbulent waters three miles east of the Golden Gate. This, for seventeen years, was the home of Robert Stroud the infamous Bird Man but he was never the gentile ornithologist Bert Lancaster portrayed. It was also where Al Capone was finally caged up for, of all things, tax evasion.

Leaving behind the squawking sea lions feeding off restaurant scraps at one of the piers, I head south leaving the city behind, past San Francisco International Airport and some of the wealthy outlying suburbs. The car radio informs me that “It’s going to be a fine day right across the whole of the Bay Area and there are no reported traffic snarl ups”. That’s good to hear because only weeks before floods had caused landslides that were still keeping the coast road closed until twenty miles south at Half Moon Bay. Between here and Ano Nuevo lie a number of State beaches renowned for their outstanding natural beauty. This is where the northern elephant seals and sea lions come to breed or just to wallow lazily in the sun. This was March however and the beaches were deserted.

For much of the way the route is a two-lane blacktop … no dual carriageway, just a well maintained twin-lane tarmac highway that clings heroically around the cliff tops that tower and fall above the Ocean. I am surprised at so little traffic, most of the locals preferring to take highway 101, a faster route that meanders on an almost parallel inland course for most of the way. Better still I haven’t seen a single cop. But beware, I am told they patrol from low flying helicopters (bears in the air) so I watch my speed and although I try to keep to a steady 55mph my instincts push me to go ever faster.

The highway runs via Pescadero where there is a lighthouse built in 1872, then onward to the seaside resort of Santa Cruz on the northern point of Monterey Bay. A further 28 miles south around the coast and I reach the old Spanish town and former Californian capital. Monterey, a town made famous by John Steinbeck in his novels Cannery Row and Tortilla Flat. The old sardine canneries are now long closed but the buildings have been transformed into trendy shops and restaurants. There is also an excellent aquarium. Beyond the beach, in waters stretching 110 miles out to sea is the Monterey National Marine Sanctuary, containing the largest underwater cavern anywhere in offshore US.

I didn’t have sufficient time to take the 17 mile drive but if you do it starts just south at Pacific Grove, ends at Carmel and passes the world class golf courses at Pebble Beach and Spyglass Hill. Although you pay for the privilege, those that have taken the detour say that the beauty of the drive, much of it man-made, is exceptional. Instead, I remain on Highway One and head for Carmel, home of Clint Eastwood, aka Dirty Harry and the former mayor. He wasn’t about. At least he wasn’t driving the West Coast. The city dates back to 1770 when a Franciscan monk, Father Juniperro Serra built a mission and church. Although it fell into disrepair after being abandoned in 1834, the Mission, one of several along the coast, has been carefully restored.

South of Carmel is a truly wonderful stretch of coastline that runs almost a 100 miles below the Ventana Wilderness, part of the Los Padres National Forest. This is Big Sur, a mood-inspiring rocky, wild area of State Parks and exceptional natural beauty. I Linger for a while just listening to the breakers crashing against the rocks before continuing, crossing the Bixby Creek Bridge, once the world’s longest single-arch span at 550 feet. This was built in 1932 two years after the Highway was opened at Big Sur. In 1983 storms here swept much of the highway away forcing it to close for over a year.

At San Simeon there is a wooden pier on a rugged shale beach. I decide to stay the night at a reasonably priced motel. In the hills above the highway is Hearst Castle, a stately palace folly created from treasures imported from all over the world by newspaper magnate, William Randolph Hearst and bequeathed to the state of California in 1958. Visitors must park at the tourist center and be transported by buses up a long, winding hilltop drive to reach the surrealistic Castle. The creation reputedly cost $10 million to build but it is very much a statement of bad taste, nevertheless it’s sure to impress.

Just south of San Simeon is the artist’s colony of Cambria. It is also a weekend retreat for those wishing to escape the heavy yellow smogs of LA. Next, Morro Bay where the chimneys of the PG & E power station are the singular blot on the landscape of the entire route The road turns inland here around a sand spit and causeway that leads to a huge extinct Volcano known as Morro Rock. Soon I reach the halfway point between San Francisco and LA at San Luis Obispo where there is another mission. Now highway one unites with 101 for a brief stretch until Pismo, a 20 mile stretch of wide, sandy beaches.

The beautifully kept Spanish colonial style terracotta roofed houses and picturesque clean streets of Santa Barbara make it, for me, one of the loveliest small cities anywhere. Following the earthquake in 1925, the city was rebuilt in the adobe fashion and the buildings are now preserved by law but this didn’t stop nature from coming perilously close to covering some of the dwellings in mud washed down from by the floods from the surrounding hills. The high street is full of interesting shops, excellent, but expensive, restaurants and a wonderful book shop where I enjoyed a coffee and a muffin while browsing the shelves. There is a prosperous, relaxed air to Santa Barbara and I can see why the city has attracted so many Hollywood stars who have come to build their homes in the exclusive hills above the city.

The last leg of my journey takes me through Ventura and on to Santa Monica Bay. At the northern end is Malibu, where a long, wide stretch of state beach is exclusive to surfers (no swimming allowed). At Malibu Colony, another place favoured by the famous names of Hollywood, the lavish mansions line the shoreline but there is no public access to beach. In the hills above, the J Paul Getty museum claims to house some of the finest art in the world.

Santa Monica, a lively resort on the fringes of Los Angeles is the setting for Bay Watch. The city sits atop a cliff overlooking the beach and separated by a palm lined strip known as Pallisades Park. From here there are fantastic views of the Bay especially at sunset. My time however does not allow me to linger. As highway one turns inland away from the Pacific Coast cities of Venice, Marina Del Ray (where Beach Boy drummer Dennis Wilson drowned in 1983) and Long Beach before rejoining the ocean at Seal Beach, I bid a fond farewell. A short distance away my journey takes me to LAX and my flight home. As my jet climbs above the twinkling lights of Beverley Hills I reflect on my memories of this trip and in those famous words of Arnold Schwarzeineger I swear “I’ll be back”.

5 Tourism Specialties Of Taiwan

Taiwan, located in East Asia, is one of the most industrialized and economically prosperous regions in South East Asia. Officially known as Republic of China, it is the global leader in technology. It also represents the advancement in healthcare, education, human development, cultural abundance in South Asia. No wonder that millions of tourists visit Taiwan every year to savor its richness. Read on to find 5 tourism specialties of Taiwan.

1. Taipei 101
Before the Burj Khalifa in Dubai Taiwan hosted the tallest tower in the world. Known as Taipei 101, this particular tower boast of LEED (Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design) Platinum certification. It is often viewed as a symbol of confluence between technological evolution and Asian tradition. No tour to Taiwan is complete without a visit to Taipei 101. Taiwan tour packages given by established tour operators ensure that you get a glimpse of this architectural marvel. You can also compare it to the Eiffel tower of Asia.

2. Speed Rails
Travelling from one part of the Taiwan to another is fast and convenient with the help of speed metro rails. You never have to worry about congested traffic and road problems. The metros are super fast, often exceeding speeds of 300km/hour and are very punctual. It is a transport experience to be enjoyed. Often the major problem facing tourists visiting various tourist destinations has been the lack of proper transport infrastructure. But Taiwan is an exception. Speed metro rails help Taiwan maintain its tourism friendly approach.

3. Bunun dance
Every country has its traditional dance. The traditional dance of Taiwanese people is the bunun dance. It originated for the native Taiwanese aborigines,famous for their polyphonic vocal music. Their dance is a symbol of cultural independence. Taiwan Holiday Packages supplied by reputed tour operators gives tourists an opportunity to experience its great cultural phenomenon.

4. National concert hall and museum
The main cultural spot in Taiwan is the national concert hall that stages Taiwanese orchestras, art galleries and theater. Taiwanese cultural riches stem from the fact that it combines Taiwanese culture with Chinese culture. This result is cultural dualism. The cultural museum is world famous as it is host to more than 650,000 pieces of Chinese artifacts; include painting, bronze and the famous jade stone. The museum is often regarded as the greatest collective museum of Chinese art culture.

5. Cuisine
Taiwanese cuisines are very famous for its varieties. They are different from other cuisines in the fact that they have seven different variations. The main delicacies include pork geng, Fenchihu and nantou. Holiday Packages to Taiwan is never complete without a taste of majestic Taiwanese cuisines.

Book your tour to Taiwan now to experience its culture in its entire splendor. It is not without reason that tourists who visits Taiwan return home very satisfied.

Reasons for Using VPNs

However big as the Internet is, it has a lot of inconveniences. In other words, we will potentially be influenced by the behavior and the disadvantages of our online connections.

Perhaps you wonder whether this is speculation rather than reality.

This is not an exaggeration. Let’s look at seven very real Internet weaknesses:

1.Free Wi-Fi can be unsafe. The security of free Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi) coverage at hotels and coffeehouses is not guaranteed. A hacker can easily hack into these Internet connections and steal your sensitive personal information.
2.Hackers really exist and they are everywhere. Cyber-thieves will hack and steal data over the Internet from network connections.
3.If you use a public IP address, it can leak your location. Your IP address — the working Internet connection of your computer — will mark your location and signify where you are.
4.You online activities can be tracked. The marketers can use your IP to build a ‘guy behind the machine’ persona.
5.Your Internet connection can be very easily blocked. You may be stopped from viewing information from other regions or territories, depending on your IP address, by a media company or a government agency.
6.Officers can even identify you by name in some cases. If a police agency or judge finds that you are visiting certain sensitive websites or having online conversations about them, they may request the Internet Service Provider to provide your names and addresses.

Note an interesting thing?

Most of the aforementioned drawbacks are related to your IP address. And that’s a good reason.

You have a public IP address. Quite public. Very public.

That is something I want to explain.

It is not like your IP is being published on the Internet or is listed in any registry. And your ISP will not share your information with whoever that asks for it.

However, still, your IP address is like a web beacon. It shows where you are in the world. Which means, your confidentiality is gone.

Would you care about privacy? The response is most definitely an emphatic “yeah.” The concern is that many businesses, websites and certain hackers don’t respect your privacy as much as you want.

??Many organizations monitor your activities when you go to their websites. They don’t identify your names or e-mail addresses, but they know that your machine has accessed their website.
??At hotels, airports, retail stores, and coffeehouses, hackers will snub off free Wi-Fi. They can read emails and steal data with a few unique secret tools.
??Nowadays, Internet is connecting the whole world. It’s called “IoT,” for the “Internet of Things.” If a certain network is not safe, then all the things linked to the network (thermostat, baby monitors, lighting, etc.) can be unsafe and may be hacked.

If you don’t want to put yourself in an unsafe Internet environment, how to achieve it? Here is where a VPN can play its role. It can bypass geo-restrictions and thereby help you unblock websites. More importantly, it can encrypt your data and make you surf anonymously online.

By building a VPN account, the VPN link will go through whenever you want it to. You will do it all online within minutes.

The security of your Internet connection and your information online is now in control.

This is what happens when your own Virtual Private Network is activated:

??The VPN masks your current public IP address. As for the IP address provided by the Internet Service Provider, with a VPN, it gets hidden from the Internet. You will display a different IP address that is provided by the VPN.
??Your VPN Internet connection will protect you from hacking. Your network of VPN providers creates a virtual Internet “tunnel” for your internet activity. Because they are not real, hackers can’t find soft spots in the network. If the hacker really attack at the VPN network, it will sense it, shut it off and re-route the operation to its secured, protected delivery to its destination.
??Your Internet activities are encrypted and made inaccessible. It’s not only through a safe tunnel that your traffic is totally jumbled and unreadable. Digital spies and sniffers would only see indecipherable code numbers and couldn’t re-create the text.
??You are safe with your VPN. Your VPN account at home is not connected to your ISP, it is linked by a protected username and password to your computer. Yeah, you can go online, open your window, sign in to a VPN, and have a secure connection if you’re in a hotel and want the internet to be safe.
??You’re safe in an “unsafe” hotspot. If you know, not all internet ties are free and neither are all websites. Neither is relevant when using a VPN. Thanks to the tunneling protocols and encryption, your link is always secure.
??Blackouts or blockages are common around the world. You will outsmart censors and media channels that deny your entry by conveniently covering up your actual location with your VPN. You can watch the videos you would like to see, even if they are blocked at your IP address area.