MALIBU, Calif. — On a winter day, with the sun flying low and a southeaster blowing, the town looks new. Dry hills the color of sun-bleached surfer hair spill into the Pacific, which stretches and sparkles like a carpet of wrinkled aluminum foil all the way to Catalina Island.
Houses on stilts defy the crashing surf, and a lone surfer and a couple peeking into a tide pool are the only human life around.
This is Malibu in winter. Land's end. The rim of southern California. And it does not tax the imagination - if you erase from the landscape the houses and the asphalt ribbon that is the Pacific Coast Highway - to see the place as it was when Robert Louis Stevenson first saw it, and became one of the first people to describe the coast of California.