The other day while working at the boutique, I met a lady who was a sourpuss about Southern California. She basically walked into the store complaining about beautiful, perfect SoCal (?!). Here were some of her complaints:
- The kids are rotten
- Parents only care about their shiny cars and appearances
- Everyone is plastic
- Life is too fast-paced
- The beaches are filthy and disease-ridden
Although there are definitely many examples of SoCal families who epitomize these stereotypes, I had never wanted to punch someone in the face more. It’s rare to hear someone talk badly about southern California; sure, we have a higher concentrated population of plastic body parts than most other places, but this doesn’t mean that the majority of our people aren’t amiable and appreciative of our year-round perfect weather. And, when you live by the beach, how fast-paced can life be??? Has this woman ever set foot in a real city??? Also, why the heck are you complaining about southern California when there are people who are actually living in places that are bombed and children live in fear of death every day??? Is southern California REALLY THAT BAD????
I might have agreed with the sourpuss woman on the point about her beaches a year ago–after traveling to Hawaii, Mexico and the Mediterranean Sea, I really didn’t think SoCal beaches were in the same league at all. Cold. Dirty. Seaweed-filled. Rough.
HOWEVER. I spent the majority of my last summer dating the self-dubbed “Prince of Laguna Beach,” so I got the royal tour of many of Laguna Beach’s hidden gems. If your only perception of Laguna Beach is limited to the Main beach by all of the shops and restaurants, I am sorry for you.
Enter Table Rock Beach, my new all-time favorite beach in Orange County:
Table Rock, located off the intersection of Pacific Coast Highway and West Street, is the one of the most picturesque spots of Orange County’s coast. Not only are the waters CRYSTAL clear (you can see the little fish swimming around your toes), they’re also a gorgeous blue–so blue it’ll make you cry. You won’t think you’re in California; it feels like swimming in the Mediterranean.
There are also tide pools for your sea anemone poking pleasure.
My little brother described the entrance to the beach as “a portal between nature and civilization,” and he’s so right. You have to enter the beach through a steep staircase surrounded by a jungle of vegetation, so much so that as soon as you enter the “portal,” the sound of cars driving on PCH is muffled:
Although West Street’s Beach is as close to any Gulf of Mexico beach you’re going to get in Orange County, be forewarned that it’s also one of the most popular hangout spots for the beauty queen pageant winners and cool kids of high school–perfectly-firm butt cheeks abound.
If you can accept that in their eyes you will never be as cool as them and just do your own thing, I promise you that you’ll find a haven on Table Rock. I even went so far as to go alone last week to the Beach Kingdom of Cool Kids, just because I love the crystal blue waters so much. Bring a book. Or a hat to cover your face to go total incognito. ;) xx