You’re looking at the primary listing photo for this nearly-million-dollar near-the-beach house in Encinitas, CA.
Here’s the second photo:
The photos are almost as good as the listing description:
Go for a surf at the beach, then come home and crash in your hammock in the backyard. Get a golden lab named Buck and a cat named Trouble. Get a pet door and a barbecue. One thing you won’t need to get is a life. One thing you will get is everyone pissed off at you for living the life they’d like to live. This is the woodsy beach house at the end of the road that everybody wants.
Ironically, that photo isn’t the last in the set, it’s the third of sixteen photos, only three of which feature the interior of the actual house.
That must be a seriously special mailbox.
Perhaps that mailbox is really a magical portal that will take you to a real beach house, as in one on the beach, unlike this one, which requires a half-mile walk, including crossing the Pacific Coast Highway, to reach an actual beach. :\
Also, given the neighborhood, I don’t think anyone is going to be pissed at you for “scoring” this house. It’s not bad looking, it’s just quite modest. At least the neighbors are friendly… several of them can be seen on Google street view waving at the camera. At least, I think they’re waving…
On the upside, the house is on Hygeia Avenue. She’s the Greek goddess of health, cleanliness, and sanitation. And her dad’s the God of medicine, so it’s a good family to be associated with, especially if your latest surfing jag has netted you a nasty shark bite.
The question on every serious realtor’s mind is – how did the agent get this listing?
@Mike Bates: Mmm… good thinking. Kind of like when viewing a public “art” installation and wondering where I was when that sweet contract got let… Thought provoking? Uh, yeah. Um. Yeah.
Though I have to admit, the third picture above with its existential paradox of the “END” juxtaposed against the little path winding onward past the flowering bush might actually qualify. :D
(and welcome/back!)