Bitchin' Beaches Bucket List

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     This is the ever-changing bucket list. If anyone has any beaches they think I should visit, let me know!



BITCHIN’ BEACHES

A guide to me not killing myself

Prepared by Jackie

OVERVIEW & PURPOSE

A list of beaches that I think would truly help me as a person. At the very least, they’d help me feel serotonin. And figure my shit out. But then again, I don’t really know. A tour of the beaches before I die. 

CORONADO, CALIFORNIA

  1. My safe beach. One day, cheap, and beautiful. Not as much culture as Ocean Beach, but no beach bums. We stan.

OCEAN BEACH, CALIFORNIA

  1. Beautiful. So much culture around it. Lots of beach bums. Beautiful shopping around it.

PISMO BEACH/AVILA BEACH

  1. 6 ½ hours. $114 in gas. 

  2. Friday - Monday, because of how long it takes to get there, and because they’re so close together

  3. Pier Plaza; Farmer’s Market; Pismo State Beach; Hot Springs

  4. Decent places to sleep

  5. Weather: Early July for hottest weather (max 72);  still sunny at the end though

CAMBRIA BEACH

  1. 6 ¾ hours. $114 in gas.

  2. Saturday-Sunday. Long time to get there, but leave early.

  3. Moonstone Beach; Hearst Castle (tour); Linn’s Easy as Pie Cafe

  4. Maybe pricier hotels

  5. Similar weather to Pismo

MANDALAY BEACH/VENTURA STOP?

  1. 5 ½ hours. $95 in gas.

  2. Saturday. Not very long time‒ only 1 hour longer than Coronado‒ and not a lot

  3. Oxnard State Beach/Mandalay State Beach

  4. Weather: July is hot. Max is 78. Sunny and warm all month.

SANTA MONICA

  1. 5 hours. $80 in gas.

  2. Saturday. 

  3. Santa Monica Pier; Curry

  4. Weather: 80s almost all of July. When it’s not 80, it’s 79.

MANHATTAN BEACH

  1. 5 hours. $80 in gas.

  2. Saturday

  3. Manhattan Beach

  4. Weather: low to mid 70s, and sunny. Should be a good time.

LA JOLLA

  1. 6 hours. $95 in gas

  2. Saturday

  3. La Jolla Shores; La Jolla Cove (underwater)

  4. Weather: low 70s in July. Sunny all month, should be warm.

LAGUNA BEACH

  1. 5 hours. $75 in gas

  2. Saturday-Sunday. To truly experience it.

  3. Laguna Beach; snorkeling, scuba diving; food

  4. Weather: high 70s, low 80s

GLASS BEACH

  1. 11 ½ hours. $200 in gas.

  2. Friday-Monday. Long drive, expensive. Once in a lifetime.

  3. Glass Beach

  4. Weather: Sunny. Low 70s, high 60s.

CHICAMA BEACH, PERU

  1. 13 hour flight. $650 in tickets

  2. A week. Unavoidably a week.

  3. THE WAVES.

  4. I don’t know about the weather, but for the waves and the food, I can’t bring myself to care.

ALAMERE FALLS, POINT REYES, CA

  1. 10 hour drive. $150 in gas

  2. Friday-Sunday. For the long drive, and how much you spend on gas.

  3. Waterfall! Hike, but waterfall.

MONTAUK, NEW YORK

SAND HARBOR, NEVADA

SINGING BEACH, MASSACHUSETTS

OCEAN CITY, MARYLAND

GLASS BEACH, WASHINGTON

WRIGHTSVILLE BEACH, NORTH CAROLINA

CRYSTAL LAKE, BARTON, VERMONT

CONEY ISLAND, NEW YORK

CLEARWATER BEACH, FLORIDA

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