Pacific Grove has a couple of gems in its boundaries. Mainly, there's Asilomar Beach State Park, way out over west there, elbow to elbow with the exclusive ghetto called Del Monte Forest. I think you could easily say about one fourth of the habitable Monterey area (Pebble Beach, Tehama, San Carlos Rancho, Pasadera, Carmel Valley Ranch) excludes the other three fourths of its inhabitants either totally or only admits them if they hand over a wad of cash.
Pacific Grove doesn't exclude anyone from gazing at its prettiness. Because of that, visitors find it peaceful and tranquil and make plans to move here. If they hand over a very large wad of cash indeed, they commence life as we know it: Very quiet -- hushed actually -- and a bit eccentric. Consequently, it has evolved into yet another kind of exclusionary enclave.
A man I once knew described the little towns on the Monterey Peninsula as fiefdoms, each pointing fingers at the others and each one filled with folks who felt comforted to know that all the bad apples lived in those other towns. A case in point: Another man I spoke with once said he'd moved to Pebble Beach because it was beautiful. (It is) He had lived in Seaside, a town that grew up next to Ft Ord catering to the needs of the Army soldiers training there. Seaside isn't very beautiful but it has the most beautiful view of the Monterey Peninsula you'll find anywhere around here, especially on a clear moonlit night. This man lived in Pebble Beach and no one would talk to him. Neighbors, if they ever inhabited their homes (they could be a second or third home), drove into their garages, the doors closed and no one emerged for long periods of time. He felt alone, existing in a strange void of not-neighborliness. He left in disguest and went back to Seaside. There, neighbors offered each other help and gave out their surplus vegetables to each other. Kids played outside and life had a happy rough-and-tumble feel that he said was "a million times better than being in the Forest."
Pacific Grove is somewhere in between. You'll find both kinds of neighborhoods here. Mostly, people will help you out and consider themselves unique, special, above average. They'll share vegetables with you, but they gotta know you first. You are not welcome until you've found your own friends and established yourself somehow. It takes a long time. People new to the area complain that California is unfriendly, people don't say hello, and they feel lonely. I can see that it's true here. It's not an attitude of blatant, obvious rejection so much as it is a strong hesitancy to venture a greeting, an approach to life and strangers that stems from self-distraction and abhorrence of chaos. Be careful! it says. No loud talking! especially in loud foreign languages. Hush! My quietude and isolation are paramount to my success in the world, and I require you not to intrude into it! I have paid a lot for the right to remain silent! Hush!
Pacific Grove is a pretty town, beautiful even, depending on what view you're taking in. There is a bucolic peace here. But, it's deceptive. It's a twilight zone, an expensive, even a timid one. It sits between a cold deep bay to its north and a wealthy exclusive neighbor to its south. East is Monterey, and I'll get to that another time.
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