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Throbbing Gristle roasting in da sun. aka New Sandswers

Knokke it off, Nath. Beaches are GRATE.

If you're under an umbrella of some sort (I tend to burn all too easily and sunblock makes me feel gross), the sun is out, the sky is blue and you've got a good book to read, you're in heaven -- doesn't matter how many screaming kids are around!

And I say this having grown up near the beach most of my life in Coronado and currently living just a couple of miles from it here in OC, though I don't swim myself. It's the atmosphere I appreciate, also the sense of there being an 'edge' -- I couldn't live anywhere but near the coasts now, I don't like the idea of land just stretching out and stretching off in all directions.

Whenever I visit home up in Carmel, I always walk down to the beach at least a couple of times if not more. There's something just right about it, whether if it's a grey morning or a beautiful sunset.

You are obviously a SNOB. Shouldaknown. ;-) Funny story about Knokke= Overheard some kids talking. "Oh wow, your mom's got a new car!" It was some expensive car. "No, she just rented it to come to Knokke." heheeh

I've never lived near one, but I have to agree wholeheartedly with Ned. I really love the atmosphere, it just makes you feel right. maybe people who have lived near them tend to appreciate them less, no? I can understand the nuicance of the public beach, but I think that would be a minor nuicance for some of us who have lived inland for so long.

Beachy-head = CLASSIC. Hell, any head = CLASSIC.

Empty beaches are nice...But crowded beaches are a major dud.

Radiohead - YES. Diamondhead - Don't know.

Diamondhead would be a bit uncomfortable, I'm guessing.

I don't much care for the beach. Especially since the beach in San Francisco is always FREEZING.

On a related note, I was just invited to a friend's day-after-wedding party, and it's maybe 40 minutes away... ON A BEACH. I'm less than psyched. Plus, I don't drive, so I'll have to catch a ride with someone and be stuck there likely ALL DAY AND NIGHT. Being cold, wet, and sandy is so dud I'm already in a bad mood.

The idea of even wading in salty, smelly water while stepping on sharp pebbles and other weird beach trash never appealed to me too much, but there's nothing like doing a all-day beach walk on a non-atrociously hot day. Off beach season walks along the Balboa Peninsula in Newport Beach were all well spent.

Though there are far less comfortable beach walking days in Seattle, going over to Alki in West Seattle on a temperature sunny/partly cloudy day in the spring easily beats all. Direct view of all of downtown Seattle and the Space Needle, view of the snowy Olympic Mountains, maybe a view of distant Mt. Baker, just swimming distance from the Puget Sound islands, and very tiny beaches with clear shallow waters with little mini waves -- all around people who wouldn't know how to act or dress like obnoxious surfers or beach people, even if they tried -- and after it all, maybe a nice direct panoramic of Mt. Rainier on the way back over the West Seattle...all things that finally cured me of getting over being back from a month long road trip.

"Am I Evil" by Diamond Head is one ov thee best heavy metal trax EVER, I'll have you know.

I've only really felt very happy on a beach once (well, since childhood, probably). It was a couple of miles North of a city in Orissa, India called Puri. My then-wife and I had walked through a mile or two of forest, without seeing a building or a person (I was very brave, considering how scared I am of snakes), and then there was this beach. Very soft, almost white sand. Very blue sea. No signs of human life for at least a mile in any direction, just some sails near the horizon. Waves breaking strongly. Trees for shade. It was breathtaking, and the most tranquil place I have ever known. Until ten minutes later some idiot appears from nowhere grabbing at my legs repeating "beach massage man" over and over.

That last bit would have ruined it for me, I think.

beach is the foulest worst place to grow cancers evah!

Genital region runs it a close second I reckon.

Being drunk on Camber Sands beach and doing Prisoner impressions = Classic.

Every other beach experience = Dud.

BEACHS RULE! You all dont like beaches? amazing, i never seen so much beach haters united