In the spirit of Southern California, I share with you the following story (thanks, BoingBoing):

Viva Border Volleyball!

California’s most desolate and unknown beach is desolate and unknown for a reason. It has no name, no facilities, no parking lot. There are no signs for it inside Borderfield State Park. There are no signs for the park either. To get there, you depart the 5 freeway 10 miles south of San Diego, follow the roads to where the gas stations give way to horse stables, get lost in the overgrowth and streams of the Tijuana River delta, and from there walk the dirt road two miles through coastal dunes to emerge at the Pacific. [click to read the rest]


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  • no spikes? c'mon.

    seriously, though, that was awesome.
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