I was sent a link on a few unique and hidden spots to visit in San Diego so, on my way to Coronado, I decided that I would see if I could do at least 3 on the list of 15.
The first two on the list were “The Secret Swings of La Jolla” and the “Spruce Street Suspension Bridge” both of which we decided to check out and the third would be determined later.
The Secret Swings
Our first stop was the secret swings located on the bluffs in La Jolla. I spoke with one of the locals and was informed that a few of the swings had been torn down by the city for safety reasons so I didn’t see the amount of swings described in the article from the link I received. I saw one. Granted I didn’t hike too far in the area so there could have been more hidden here and there. The person I spoke with even said that there could be more but he wasn’t sure either. So if you feel like exploring a little more deeply than we did, you may be rewarded by seeing an additional swing or two.
The one swing we did see was basically a large tree branch attached to a rope and then to the tree.
There were a couple of people swinging on it when we arrived and they only stopped long enough to snap a few photos. We called them the swing hogs because they never did relinquish it for us to give it a try. Even without swinging, the view was spectacular from this bluff and was well worth the few feet to hike in from the street.
We entered through the Discovery Road site but I hear there are other ways to get in. There were little handmade huts made from tree branches that we were also told were used by the college kids as a hang-out. One had a hand written sign that read “Keep Out.” I peaked in because I didn’t see the “Tree Swing” police anywhere around but here was nothing to see anyway.
This secret spot (or semi-secret) didn’t have that whimsical feel to it that I had hoped. I imagined swinging along with the magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean in the distance and a warm gentle breeze flowing through my hair. Somehow I even imagined wind chimes and Tibetan singing bowls howling in the wind. I think I daydream way too much.
What I got was swing hogs, keep out signs, and a biting cold breeze howling off of the ocean. Plus I don’t think that thick tree branch would be too comfortable to swing on anyway. Nearby, a couple of people set up their own hammocks on the trees and they looked quite content swaying in the breeze.
Those hammocks looked way more inviting than sitting on that uncomfortable branch they called a swing.
What WAS worth it all…that view. The sun was just peeking out from the gray drab cloudy day and its rays hit the blue water making it look as vibrant as any tropical location. It was a spectacular 180 degree view of La Jolla and beyond.