Half Moon Bay Memories & El Granada Observer

The old San Mateo-Half Moon Bay Road led to the quaint town of Half Moon Bay. Please click to enlarge.

Don’t you wish THiS was the road to Half Moon Bay? It is the old Highway 92.

Photo: Spanishtown Historical Society, Johnston Street, Half Moon Bay

Ever wondered what WAS inside the House of Doors on Highway 92?

Way back when Anne Howe lived in the House of Doors–which was composed almost entirely of doors–she was going to sell antiques to the public but the idea was dropped because of the awkward location of the entrance/ driveway.

Antiques with friend of Anne Howe’s inside the House of Doors

The outspoken Anne Howe became a famous member of the Half Moon Bay City Council, one of the most colorful as she had been a successful madam in San Francisco.

Yesterday morning I left the house on time for an appointment–but then I got on Hwy 92:

You know the feeling:

But there was nothing I could do about it:

I thought I’d been stuck because of an accident but, no, it was the orange flag that made me 30 minutes late for an appointment:

Yeah, I’m complaining. Two weeks ago my boyfriend gets rear-ended on Hwy 1 and I learn that it’s very common these days to get rear-ended on Hwy 1 during morning commute–and then I get on Hwy 92, I’m on time, and — I get stuck in an endless line of traffic and I’m late, very late.

We might as well post insurance reps on the highway to settle damages–or maybe issue a disclaimer to anyone moving here along these lines: Yes, this is paradise–but you’ll probably face a line of cars on your way to work andyou might eeven get rear-ended.

This is getting to the point of ridiculousness. We’ve known about the problem as for years now more folks have been moving to the Coastside than there are roads to accommodate their vehicles, not to forget visitors from other places. You know, the tourists, the surfers, the walkers and bikers. The people who support our businesses.

More importantly, what happens if there is an earthquake?

I got to know the Coastside Comet Editor George E. Dunn’s son, also called George Dunn–and he was retired when I met him and he had been a newspaper man, too–and he insisted I have this photograph of Ox Mountain, because, he said, this is what that beautiful place looked like before it became a county wide refuse dump off Highway 92, a couple of miles east of the town of Half Moon Bay.

Here it is the “before” shot of Ox Mountain: