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<\/a>Photo by Karen Salkin.<\/p><\/div>\n
I had not been all the way up PCH to Zuma in years, so it was extra interesting. And we were blessed with the absolutely perfect weather with which to celebrate Mother Earth\u2014it was sunny, clear, breezy, and just a tad chilly. (But I heard it turned into a \u201ccrazy wind tornado\u201d out there after I left, so I was grateful for having multiple events that day, which got me out of there just in time!)<\/p>\n
As we were all meeting and greeting each other at the outset, I noticed that a few of the all-female hosting team members were wearing flowy outfits that were spot-on for the occasion. A couple of them had admired my also-perfect shirt for what we were doing, (it had a pic of the globe with \u201cThink Earth\u201d on it,) but I<\/em> adored their smooth cottony threads even more. When I gushed over them, one of the ladies told me they were all from Bella Dahl, the line whose event this was! So I became an instant fan.<\/p>\n I chatted with one of the executives of the company, Steven Millman, for awhile, and then we all got started on the clean-up.<\/p>\n Some of the early attendees. Photo by Karen Salkin.<\/p><\/div>\n I was very pleasantly surprised to discover that Zuma Beach was pretty much debris-free! (My seventh grade teacher, Mr. Stein, always told us to \u201cclean up your debris\u201d at the end of the day. I\u2019ve loved that word since then. And here I was, all these years later, cleaning-up other people\u2019s<\/em> debris!!!)<\/p>\n The hosts of the event provided disposable gloves and biodegradable plastic bags for us to collect all the beach junk in, but not one of the two dozen of us could fill ours! That gives me hope that either Angelenos aren\u2019t as piggy as they were previously, or that the pandemic did the beaches a favor, or that beach season just hasn\u2019t begun yet. No matter the reasons, the almost-pristine beach did my heart good.<\/p>\n Still, walking in the sand (in my capris and flip-flops,) with the wind in my face, doing the bend-and-snap to check-out every little questionable tidbit, (without one of those long pick-up sticks, by the way,) was hard work. So to spice up the day and reward us for doing it, we were treated to a lovely light luncheon afterwards. It was really delightful, like something you see in a movie. We sat right on the sand, on luscious pillows at a long table under a canopy. It was all so neat-looking, too.<\/p>\n<\/a>