On the way back to SF, I was driving up Highway 1 by myself. I spotted this beautiful secluded beach from the highway. It was cliffed out on both sides, so the only access is down a runoff trail.
Thursday around 3pm and 70 degrees. The beach was deserted. I had to scramble down the "trail" on the cliff face. It was somewhere in-between hiking and climbing, this beach must not see many people.
Since I had the whole beach to myself, I stripped off all my clothes, ran into the ocean, and howled out loud. It was cold, but refreshing. After a short swim, I climbed back up the way I came, and waved to a group of tourists taking pictures from their car.
