K-58, Baja California Norte, Mexico: Part of me will always live here. I’ve camped at this beach about 30 times and it never once failed to result in unforgettable memories, both amazing and heartbreaking. It kills me that it’s not exactly safe to go down there anymore. This is where I want my ashes to be spread.
El Matador, Malibu, California: A stunning beach you’ve probably seen in a movie, great giant cliffs over a pristine beach, giving just enough cover to have bonfires and drinking contests at night, neither of which is exactly legal.
Tybee Beach, Savannah, Georgia: One of the most beautiful sights of my life as I sat on this beach watching the full moon with fifteen of my closest friends in college. OKAY, so I was on acid at the time but it was still fucking beautiful.
Wayzata Beach Bay, Wayzata, Minnesota: “Purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka” is what I did over and over again at this beach growing up. Swimming in the sun as kids during the summer, drinking and smoking on top of five feet of ice as teenagers during the winter.
Santa Monica, Los Angeles, California: It gets a lot of shit for a lot of good reasons, but I’ve had too many great times there to not include it on the list.