San Miguel Park played an oversize role in a remarkably important part of my late childhood…read more
In 1990, my childhood friend Michael's family moved from Whittier to Newport Beach. I'm three years older than he is, but he was a handful as a kid, so his mom liked to have me over to occupy him, and we always got along famously because he was the adventurous little guy while I was the rule-following older guy. If our ages had been reversed, our friendship never would have worked.
We were used to running around his inverted cul-de-sac in Whittier and using different shrubs and bushes as bases. They all had numbers, and I believe some of them had code names in case other kids in the neighborhood had gotten wind of the numbers when we were playing hide-and-seek. But his family moved to a gated community, and while we could generally run around the neighborhood there just as easily as we could in Whittier, there were suddenly annoying rich people telling us to get out of the street/off their lawns/out of the sewer (!), so it wasn't as much fun.
Michael's mom trusted me implicitly, so she probably didn't know that I followed Michael in his schemes. Once we got sick of playing Bump 'n' Jump in the downstairs activity room with the spectacular view (Michael liked video games less than any kid I knew), he would suggest we go to the park to play. Michael's mom wasn't used to driving us around, and it took way too long to walk all the way around the gated community to get out of it and to the park, so we did what most pairs of thirteen- and ten-year-olds did and hopped fences and climbed down the hill.
We didn't call it San Miguel Park. It was just this thin strip of green space alongside fancy houses. It had a baseball diamond, a field, a basketball court, and four handball courts. When I came recently to do research for this Yelp review, it seemed way more manicured and set off from the neighborhood than it used to be, which makes me think a lot of the amenities might not have existed in 1990.
What did Michael and I do at the park? Our usual little-kid stuff, although I was just about to outgrow most of it. We would often take his dad's racquetball rackets and a racquetball and try to play racquetball in the handball courts, specifically the northwest court. As you can imagine, that never worked really well, so we eventually modified Mojo Risin', the game that Michael played with his brothers that normally involved throwing stuffed animals, into its Mick Jagger version, in which Michael would strut around imitating Mick Jagger in front of the handball wall, and I would pelt him with the racquetball. It sounds stupid, but it was really fun, and Michael was spectacular at being a realistically annoying Mick Jagger, even at the age of ten.
The park itself is pretty neat, although it's sad that there's no actual baseball diamond. There's a huge backstop and space for a diamond, but there's no dirt, and they've even removed the small benches and bleachers that used to be there. Also, the local soccer leagues use the backstop area to store all their goal equipment, so baseball plays second fiddle to soccer, which was the opposite in 1990.
There's a parking lot that is only accessibly from the northbound side of San Miguel Drive. I don't think you can park on San Miguel, but you might be able to park on Spyglass Hill Road. In any case, there are plenty of spaces in the lot.
The basketball court is in good shape, but unfortunately, there are permanent, dangerously sited benches and trashcans right next to the court. The handball courts get a lot of use, but they're not in awful shape. For some reason, they close earlier than the park itself does. There's also a green area near the handball courts that feels underutilized. There are one or two picnic tables down there, but they're not shaded, so it might not be pleasant to eat at them. It looks like something was planned but never built in this part of the park. It definitely wasn't landscaped and maintained as nicely when I was a kid. I think it was all dirt then.
If you're coming with little kids, be sure they don't wander by themselves over to the northern edge of the park. I believe the speed limit on Spyglass Hill Road is something absurd like 40, and cars come careening down that hill around the bend faster than that. Ridiculously, there are no painted crosswalks at the northeast corner of the park, at the intersection with Port Harwick Place. I don't understand how that is even possible in such a residential neighborhood. I know the local Richie Riches probably never walk or ride their bikes anywhere and have their parents or their nannies drive them everywhere, but I can tell you from personal 1990 experience that when Michael and I were crossing that street to get to the park, it was a little bit nerve-racking. In the 32 years that have passed since that time, the traffic has only grown worse and faster. Be careful when you're crossing that street!
