For years since we moved to Huntington Beach, I have wanted to go on a grunion run. So when the call came last week that Bill Burhans, a seasonal interpretive specialist for the Department of Parks and Recreation, would be leading a small group of Amigo de Bolsa Chica members along the beach one night at 11:30 p.m., I happily tagged along (with my son in tow).
Now, you may have read Vic Leipzig and Lou Murray’s column last week about how successful the trip was. They were there; they know what we all witnessed. But it was so spectacular, I thought I’d add to the mix with this column. I’ve heard from so many people over the years who have spent many a late night in search of the elusive grunion, only to come home tired, wet and grunionless, I wanted to reiterate the hope that grunions spring eternal in Huntington Beach.