
The Rusty crew ventured down to Del Mar yesterday to protest the dreaded toll road. Of course we went for an early morning surf beforehand, but showing up has never been more important. Here's what went down.
The yay-sayers and the nay-sayers on the 241 Foothill-South toll road extension came together Monday in another heated round of case-making. Hold on, didn't we kill this thing months ago? Well, yes and no. After a decisive 8-2 vote by the California Coastal Commission (CCC) in February halting the planned development, which would send an I-5 alternative through the heart of San Onofre State Park, a crew of Transportation Corridor Agency sore losers brought Frankenstein back to life with an appeal to the Secretary of Commerce, Carlos Gutierrez, under the Federal Coastal Zone Management Act. As early as October (or as late as January 7), Gutierrez will have to decide whether to overturn the CCC's decision based on the testimony delivered yesterday in Del Mar. So Monday was game on with toll road proponents (clad in bright orange t-shirts and puppy blood) squaring off against Truth, Justice and the American way (that's us). With National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) General Counsel Jane Luxton and an army of security guards moderating the proceedings, it was some tense, gnarly, edge-of-your-seat stuff from the opening remarks to the final salvo.
Hahaha. No, no, it was a f--king golf match. Chip-chip-putt through 18 holes of redundant facts and arguments. The day consisted of 4-minute sound bites from every two-bit politician and his cousin on why the toll road will end world hunger or why it's the worst idea since domesticating cats. Showing uncanny passion and stamina, representatives from both sides spent the day and early evening giving the conventional thumbs up to their own speakers and thumbs down to the enemy scum (seriously, that's how they do it). Still, if it was like golf, it was more Happy Gilmore than Augusta National. With lawyers, politicians, surfers, kids, hippies, teamsters, and one large ape in attendance (even the primates are on our side), there was slightly more color to the proceedings than, say a Rancho Santa Fe noise ordinance hearing. The boos and cheers from the opponents' side were loud and unapologetic, despite security guard threats and Luxton's persistent pleas for quiet. At one point, as a testament to the diversity of the Save Trestles crew, a 92 year-old woman was followed directly by a high school junior as they and other citizens spoke their minds to the panel. Even the apparently-real Association for Nude Recreation had a rep arguing no on 241. Fortunately, he came fully clothed.
Of course, there's no punchline to this story yet. The Feds were just gathering info and from here it's to backrooms and dark alleys where the fate of "the Yosemite of surfing" will be decided. Takeaways at this juncture: they made the right decision the first time, but this is a whole new level of governmental bureaucracy and money talks. If the Secretary of Commerce does in fact overturn the CCC's original decision, the TCA will still need to obtain a building permit from the CCC for the coastal portion of the road putting us back where we started in February. Man, another set of these hearings?
Story courtesy Surfing Magazine. Photos: Steve Reiley

