In the late 1800s, Frederick Rindge found his earthly paradise along the beaches and canyons of his Rancho Malibu, a Spanish land grant stretching more than 25 miles from Santa Monica to the San Buenaventura River. On this picturesque land inhabited for centuries by only the Chumash, Rindge raised his family and chronicled his adventures in written word. His dream to live on his Rancho for the rest of his days was cut short. In 1903, at the age of 48, Rindge passed away, leaving his widow to preserve his beloved Rancho. She fought bravely, but lost. Death and taxes, public roads and progress tore at the Rancho, and by the 1930s, it was gone. Pristine beachfront property was chopped into 30-foot lots and sold to stars of Hollywood's fledgling movie industry seeking their own piece of heaven.
Today, near the westerly end of Rancho Malibu, at the base of Little Sycamore Canyon, under the shelter of Boney Ridge, there remains a pristine and serene 80-acre piece of Rindge's earthly paradise. Here, on a private bluff top of immaculately restored native coastal lands fronting the Pacific, only a fortunate few will have the opportunity to fulfill Rindge's dream, preserve his legacy, and become stewards of this pristine Malibu land.
This is Rindge's earthly paradise.
This is MariSol.