I launched over the shore break with no problems, and didn't even get my face wet. I stopped paddling to look over my shoulder and give Fred a two-thumbs-up sign. Someone had come down the beach to ask Fred about me. A new friend I never got to talk to! When I looked back out to sea there was a large set coming! I was still close to shore and had to work hard to climb over one after another after another wave just before they broke! Several were steep enough to get my face wet after all. Once safely far from shore I waved goodbye one last time and started south.
My GPS said that Ionly had 17 more miles to go but I knew that I had to go around a large peninsula and actually had 28 miles to paddle. It was two hours before my GPS stopped telling me that I was getting farther away from my goal for the evening. Like all large points, each little nubbin has its own name, but I learned that locals refer to this area as Palos Verdes Point.
About half way through my day I saw another kayaker, the first I had seen on this whole trip. His name is Blain and he reminds me a bit of myself when I started kayaking. He has a Scupper Pro like my second Ocean kayak, so I told him about getting ribbed for not having a "real kayak" when I joined BASK with that same boat. While we were talking, two other kayakers (unknown to Blaine) stopped by! They were from CKF (the California Kayak Friends club) and were sometimes BASK members who were on the email list-server, so we recognized each other's names! Steve Brown and his friend were both paddling brand spanking new (only 6 months old) Coasters by Mariner. I told them that was my favorite boat on the planet and how mine was much more beat up. They continued on and I escorted Blaine to his beach since we were heading the same way for a while.
After rounding the last point I paddled along the breakwater for San Pedro Bay. This breakwater is around ten miles long with several narrow gaps in it. I stayed outside with views of the horizon for most of it. At the last break in the breakwater I turned in to cut straight towards the Alamitos jetty. In my search for inexpensive beachside motels I had reserved a room in a Best Western that was next to an arm of the Alamitos Bay. Satellite photos from Google suggested gravel beaches near the motel. But the gravel turned out to be brick-brack covered in gravely gunite. I explored the nearby marina but found no place I could land. Then I returned to a freeway overpass where the Pacific Coast Highway crossed over the water. Under the overpass where the local people fishing from shore had worn a path down to the water, the gunite had eroded and a muddy beach had developed. I was able to land there, lift everything up onto solid ground and toll my kayak directly onto the motel parking lot!