Oh, I am glad you made that choice, and so jealous!
Avila is a special place to me. I mentioned spending time there in my childhood, but I didn’t say why. My grandfather owned what was the only motel in town there in the 1950’s, along with an adjoining “trailer park” (now it would be called an RV park). My family would spend a month or two there each summer, in a funky little 3-bedroom unit with a tiny kitchen. My dad worked in LA and drove up to stay with us on weekends. And my uncle’s family was there too, in their little trailer. Lots of beach time, hanging out in the water with my cousins, cookouts on the beach, fishing from the main pier with my dad and my brother. . . .It was pretty idyllic. My dad claimed this was the safest beach on the California coast, with no riptides and very regular wave action. I was allowed a lot of freedom there even at 8, 9, 10 years old, and knew most of the storekeepers in town. It was pretty idyllic.
Except. . . The pipeline connecting oil tankers moored at Port San Luis with the large tanks up on the hill leaked. It wasn’t until the 1990’s that enough attention was paid to this to do something about the 40-50 years worth of oil leaking into the soil. A decision was made to tear down the existing town and haul away all the contaminated soil. Here is a report from a San Francisco newspaper in 1998:
Under terms of the pact announced yesterday, Unocal will literally destroy the San Luis Obispo County hamlet in order to save it.
The streets will be dug up to get at the 400,000-gallon petrochemical reservoir, a potent brew of gasoline, crude oil, diesel fuel and other noxious substances. The entire business district and about six square blocks of private dwellings will be demolished and rebuilt. Excavation is expected to start by the end of the year, and nobody knows when residents will be able to move back in.
After the soil was replaced, the town was rebuilt with the nice hotels, shops and restaurants you will see today. You will be staying at one of the best, especially with a view of the water. A few blocks to the west, the Lighthouse Suites resort occupies the space where my grandfather’s motel and trailer park once sat. The tackle shop, barber shop, and fish ‘n chips joint that occupied the frontage along the oceanfront street (still named Front Street) are no more. But the town is still quiet and peaceful, at the end of a road in a place that few have heard of. And the beach is as beautiful as ever, with the 3-4’ waves coming in in a regular pattern, in a continuous line that would build up, crest, and then break, not all at once, but in a smooth progression sliding from right to left as you faced the sea, like a musician performing a glissando on the piano keys. I hope you get to see this.
And I hope you enjoy your time there. I look forward to your trip report.