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25 Writers on Their Favorite Beach Vacations
From paddleboarding in Colorado to bachata music in Puerto Rico, we asked writers to tell us what makes their embankment vacations the best.
Cull any beach vacation town, and you can wait to find a few things — water, sand, probably ice cream, possibly a Ferris bike. Simply information technology takes a little more to make a spot the kind of identify that people from the nearest big town and across return to summertime after summer, sometimes for generations. Nosotros chose 25 wildly different destinations around the land — from the comically perfect shore of the Florida Panhandle to Iowan lakeside Americana to the finicky coast of the Pacific Northwest — and asked writers who dearest them to explain their charms.
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Tahoe City, Calif.
The Washoe people accept long revered Lake Tahoe, a sapphire basin nestled on the border of California and Nevada. So, also, the climbers rocking the #vanlife, stand-up paddle boarders, mount bikers, outdoor enthusiasts and families alike who flock to the largest tall lake in the country. Much of the 72-mile shoreline is steep, boulder-strewn and thick with pine copse, making the sandy public beaches an even bigger draw. Favorites include Commons Beach and nearby Kings Beach, where I've skipped pebbles and pondered the granite peaks since childhood. At present my twin sons delight in the brisk waters too.
Who goes there: Many visitors come from Northern California and Western Nevada, staying in holiday rental homes, funky motels or bougier options a short drive away at the mountain resorts of Northstar and Squaw Valley.
Must-eat: The tangy, tender ribs at Moe'southward Original Charcoal-broil in Tahoe City. Catch a local microbrew and dine on the deck overlooking the lake. VANESSA HUA
Point Reyes National Seashore, Calif.
Packing for a beach weekend on this Marin Canton peninsula isn't similar packing for beach weekends back Eastward. Yes, I always bring a bathing arrange, maybe fifty-fifty a sundress, but I don't ever wear them. Woolly hats and hoodies and hiking shoes, though? Every time. Point Reyes isn't for lazing in the sun (which is inevitably steamrollered by the fog anyhow). It's for braving the cold of the Pacific, trekking through herds of tule elk and slurping barbecued oysters on Tomales Bay. And on a rare superhot, Cape Cod-level-crowded Sabbatum: trying to find your friends, sans cell service, for sunset on Limantour's endless stretch of sand.
Who goes at that place: Yoga-bending and bay-swimming retirees; couples who consider kayaking more romantic than wine tasting; and families who've owned creaky cabins for generations.
Must-swallow: The owners of the famed Hog Island Oyster Farm in Marshall recently took over Tony's Seafood downwards the route and are now serving their barbecued sweetwaters, and more, on the h2o (without the wind). RACHEL LEVIN
Santa Barbara, Calif.
Californians are spoiled for beaches, which might explicate why, even when it's 75 and sunny, there tends to be room to sprawl on the flat, wide stretch of sand that sits betwixt Cabrillo Boulevard and the Pacific. Stearns Wharf, a 1,940-human foot wooden pier that divides Santa Barbara's east and west beaches, has a handful of seafood joints likewise as a natural-history museum with an aquarium stocked with sharks, rays and body of water urchins. But in that location could be another reason for the relative lack of crowds: the wealth of things to exercise a mere block from the ocean — fine dining, wine-tasting rooms and hawkers of upmarket street food grow in the "Funk Zone."
Who goes in that location: Angelenos seeking a break from gridlock, "nature lovers" and pinot-noir fiends who want a side of embankment with their wine tastings.
Transportation tip: If you lot're coming from Los Angeles, skip the traffic and take the train — the Santa Barbara Amtrak station is a brusque walk from the beach. SHEILA MARIKAR
K Lake, Colo.
In the summer, tourists from around the world oversupply Rocky Mount National Park, turning Colorado's best-known getaway into an international traffic jam. For those looking for a quieter mountain escape — and a embankment — there is Thou Lake. Located adjacent to the southwest corner of the park, at more than than eight,000 feet to a higher place sea level, the boondocks sits on a large, deep lake surrounded by the Rockies. On offering: paddleboarding, kayaking, boating, fishing, swimming and hiking.
Who goes in that location: Denver families; out-of-staters escaping Rocky Mount National Park.
Where to stay: Cabins, hotels and bed-and-breakfasts are all options, and the Western Riviera has lakefront access. For those who want an earthier experience, camp at nearby Lake Granby, where you can pitch a tent next to the beach.
Compatible: This is not Aspen. Look Birkenstocks and cowboy boots — and wet suits. The h2o can be icy.
Travel tip: Bulldoze the slow road in from Denver by taking U.S. 36 West to U.S. 34 West. This takes you onto Trail Ridge Road, a xl-mile stretch that climbs iv,000 feet in minutes and offers a sweeping view into the centre of the Rockies. During a few summer weeks, you'll find bursts of tall wildflowers in reddish, pinkish and imperial. JULIE TURKEWITZ
Coeur d'Alene, Idaho
Amongst the rolling scablands and combustible forests of the Inland Northwest, open up water is as scarce as hoppy beer is ubiquitous. No wonder and so many locals abscond annually to Coeur d'Alene, where the lake is icy, the motorboats are loud and the vibe is about as chichi every bit Northward Idaho gets (think Jackson Hole for people who'd rather ride Jet Skis than horses). Once trafficked by miners and fur trappers, the 25-mile-long lake today attracts a more than glamorous ready: Final year TMZ dubbed it New North Hollywood after Kanye and Kim spent July 4 in one of the mansions that dot — some would say bane — the lake.
Who goes there: Tatted-upwards teenagers from rural Idaho and R.5.-ing retirees share the lake with wealthy Californians who consider Lake Tahoe passé. Non that they really rub shoulders — visitors to the lavish Coeur d'Alene Resort steer well clear of the plebes' campgrounds — but, hey, nosotros all pee in the same lake.
Initiation rite: Cliff-jump into Lake Coeur d'Alene from the rocks along the Tubbs Hill trail. BEN GOLDFARB
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La Push, Wash.
Rainy day on the beach might sound like a recipe for a contemplative afternoon of "Baywatch" reruns in the hotel room. But at Kickoff Beach, in La Push button, in the far northwest tip of Washington State, wet conditions and storms are part of the draw and the charm for a certain caste of beachgoer — I plead guilty — who likes the thought of hunkering down in the presence of nature in full. Huge logs snaggle the sand in some places, washed in by storms. Crashing waves draw people from hundreds of miles away only to sit in awe, or test their fortitude with a dip in the icy Pacific waters.
Who goes there: Seattle-area residents, mostly.
Where to stay: The Quileute Tribe has a resort with cabins, cabin rooms and campsites right on the beach. KIRK JOHNSON
Garden City, Utah
Utah isn't exactly known for its beaches — the last fourth dimension the state had an ocean shoreline was 85 one thousand thousand years ago. But when I want to get out Salt Lake City backside and dig my toes into the sand, I drive two hours north through winding mount canyons to get to Bear Lake, where Utahns flock as before long as the weather gets swimsuit-warm. I could keep driving — the lake straddles the Utah-Idaho border — but my favorite spot is Garden City, Utah. There's enough of public shoreline to claim a spot on the sand, throw out some shade (which yous'll definitely want to bring — the high-top sun can be savage) and take a dip in the warm shallows.
Who goes there: Beachgoers come up up from Common salt Lake City and the surrounding sprawl, filling up holiday rentals and nearby campsites.
Where to stay: Behave Lake boasts multiple vacation rentals, but the virtually beautiful accommodations are in the nearby campgrounds. Sunrise Campground, on the Utah side, certainly lives up to its name.
Must-eat: In that location'south hardly a better vehicle for Garden City's famous raspberries than the milkshakes you lot'll find at bulldoze-ins along the lakeshore drag. RILEY Blackness
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Saugatuck, Mich.
Midwesterners have long "summered" in the mannerly town of Saugatuck, located on the southwest side of the mitten state, because of the lure of Lake Michigan. With rolling dunes and pristine shoreline, Oval Beach easily lends itself to hours of body surfing and paddle boarding. The town, an L.K.B.T.Q. mecca for the wealthy set (specially from Chicago and southeastern Michigan), also boasts a thriving arts scene, thanks to a number of galleries and the century-sometime Ox-Bow, a school of art with a residency programme, alongside the requisite Michigan fudge shop, five-and-dime and soda-fountain hangout.
Who goes in that location: Sophisticated Chicago residents with second homes on the embankment, Michigan families with three generations in tow and weekend visitors checking out the beach and bar scene.
Where to stay: Lakeshore Lodging is the best bet for a firm with your own beach access.
Initiation rite: Finish by the Scarlet Dock and enjoy a rum beverage on Kalamazoo Lake. JENNIFER CONLIN
Grand Marais, Minn.
Nestled on the shore of Lake Superior 40 miles from Canada, Grand Marais might not seem like an obvious choice for a beach vacation: The lake is frigid, and the shore is rock-strewn and wild. But what 1000 Marais lacks in sand and cabanas, it more than than makes upwardly for with monumental dazzler — there are few things as beautiful equally a glittering Lake Superior sunrise, especially from Artists' Point. The boondocks is situated on the harbor, which provides the master access to the water and includes a pebbled shoreline that is ofttimes full of kids skipping stones and blissed-out parents watching the waves roll in. Make sure to stop in to Drury Lane Books or the North House Folk School, where you tin take classes in annihilation from gunkhole edifice to basket weaving.
Who goes in that location: The main road into town can exist busy on weekends, as crowds flock from the Twin Cities.
Must Eat: For the honey of God, visit World's All-time Donuts. PETER GEYE
Okoboji, Iowa
Sometimes drolly referred to as the "Iowa Great Lakes," Okoboji, a resort region fabricated up of a chain of lakes and a handful of towns almost the state's northern edge, offers the perfect antidote to the "Midwestern work ethic." The action is on West Okoboji Lake, where yous can stroll by shops and restaurants, grab a tavern sandwich and onion rings and visit the vintage Arnolds Park Amusement Park, complete with a wooden roller coaster, the Legend, which opened in 1930. The park's free beach is modest but well loved, total of toddlers, high schoolers and grandparents wading, strutting or strolling in the sand. I've been returning to Okoboji since I was a child, and now I take my own kids here — there's a reassuring delight in returning to waters you'll never grow out of.
Who goes at that place: Farm kids, suburban families, boaters and other landlocked Midwesterners from Iowa, Nebraska, Minnesota and South Dakota.
Classic gift: Gear emblazoned with the logo of the (fictional) University of Okoboji.
Must eat: The signature chocolate-dipped, peanut-encrusted ice-cream pop from the Nutty Bar Stand, open since 1945. ANNA BAHNEY
Sis Bay, Wis.
Door Canton, which juts out into Lake Michigan like a finger, nevertheless retains a strong vibe of the low-primal artists' retreat that information technology was in the 1960s, when my grandparents beginning visited and began a family tradition of spending summers there. Sister Bay, on the westward side of the peninsula, feels like a good for you mix of the midcentury and the new. The beach, in the heart of the village, is modest (600 feet of shoreline), with a retro floating dock for diving into the bracing waters of Green Bay. Steps away is a nautical-themed playground, an outdoor band shell and a forest-fired pizza place, Wild Lycopersicon esculentum. Get a pizza margherita to go, a bottle of sparkling rosé from the Door Canton Creamery and have a B.Y.O.B. banquet at i of the picnic tables past the water. (This is Wisconsin. Outdoor drinking is absolutely fine.)
Who goes there: Families with young children driving up from places like Madison and Chicago; day-trippers from Greenish Bay; retired locals who can deal with crowds.
Initiation rite: Trying to grab a glimpse of the goats grazing on the grass-lined roof of Al Johnson's, a 70-year-old Swedish restaurant across the street from the embankment. JULIE BOSMAN
Lake Texoma, Okla. and Tex.
Lake life in Oklahoma and Texas is a peculiar mixture of scenic country living and adrenaline-fueled debauchery. In no place is that lifestyle improve exemplified than the tree-lined inclement waters of Lake Texoma, situated on the edge of the 2 states. Equally a college student, I plant it was easy to be fatigued in by the bonfires, beer and euphoria on the Islands, a string of sandy bluffs in the middle of the lake where partygoers and thong enthusiasts anchor their boats in lines to make party-hopping easier. Along the sprawling lake's snaking arms, you lot'll find coves, bars, marinas and incredible barbecue (become the fried okra). The just rules: Clothing a lot of sunscreen, and proceed the cooler full of drinks and your boat total of gas — you never know what distant beach volition be calling your proper noun.
Who goes there: College students on break and locals who telephone call it a 2nd home.
Transportation tip: The lake itself is large, and renting a gunkhole is a must. Manufacturing plant Creek Marina is popular and closest to the action. GRAHAM LEE BREWER
The Gulf
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Galveston, Tex.
Galveston, situated on an island off the Gulf Declension of Texas, can be an easy place to have for granted. There are prettier beaches. But the island encapsulates the attributes I admire most nearly southeast Texas: clinging to history as hurricanes routinely try to wipe information technology off the map, yet adaptable enough to curl with any comes. Most visitors crowd the embankment, stopping at the restaurants and kitschy shops along the Seawall. Merely to me Galveston's greatest appeal comes when y'all step abroad from the beach and dive into a vibrant, quirky identify where all sorts of cultures — Texan, Southern, Cajun, Mexican — tangle together. Tour the isle'southward enormous old mansions, stroll along the Strand (a stretch of fine art shops, boutiques, bars and restaurants) or accept your kids to the pyramids of Moody Gardens, which hold an aquarium and a rain woods.
Who goes there: Easily attainable — both geographically and financially — for families from across the Houston surface area and beyond, Galveston is a colorful playground for just about anyone.
Must-consume: My family unit ever piles into the tiny Texas Star Bakery to load upward on strawberry and Mexican nuptials cookies and empanadas. RICK ROJAS
Scenic Highway 30A, Fla.
To many families in the Southeast, "going to the beach" means jumping into a sleek dreadnought of an S.U.5. and gliding toward the studiously laid-back stretch of Gulf Coast ordinarily known as 30A. Though some still refer to the Florida Panhandle as the Redneck Riviera, 30A — a string of upscale embankment communities between Destin and Panama City Beach — has expunged, for better or worse, most whiffs of the classic workingman's beach holiday. And so instead of airbrushed T-shirts and Skee-Ball halls there are roasted-vegetable power bowls and a carefully curated Martha Stewart vision of beachiness. But the beach itself is all the same the real describe, replete with gentle, kid-friendly h2o in Rothko bands of blue, frolicking dolphins and white sand every bit fine as the all-purpose flour in the kitchen of a doting Southern mother.
Who goes there: If you have a rooting interest in a Southeastern Conference football team, you've probably already been.
Where to stay: Accommodations include the meticulously tasteful Seaside, (used every bit a Truman Bear witness set!), and the austere, whitewashed development of Alys Beach, which feels like an Ayahuasca hallucination of Santorini, admitting with a donut truck.
Must-consume: Skip the overpriced restos and caput to Buddy's Seafood Market in Santa Rosa Embankment for sacks of fatty, wild-caught Florida shrimp. RICHARD FAUSSET
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Rehoboth Beach, Del.
The Mid-Atlantic'southward reply to Fire Island, Rehoboth Beach is a state of young men in skimpy swimsuits strutting aslope aging gay couples in matching boat shoes and pastel polos. It's also a place where families find the cornball joys of an old-schoolhouse boardwalk — where kids beg for saltwater taffy or another strip of Funland tickets while their parents plot a visit to Dogfish Head, an oddball destination brewery. At the finish of the day, everyone crowds into the same festive, family-friendly gay bars and casual seafood restaurants, sunburned and sandy.
Who goes there: The closest Atlantic beach boondocks to the D.C. Metro expanse, Rehoboth has long been a gay getaway and an affordable selection for vacationing families.
Initiation rite: Happy 60 minutes is practically a sport in Rehoboth, where nearly every restaurant or bar offers a seafood special: raw oysters, buckets of crab legs or heaping bowls of steamed clams. FREDA MOON
Asbury Park, North.J.
Mention Asbury Park to whatsoever Bailiwick of jersey Shore regulars of a certain age, and they'll recall summer nights in packed clubs, sun-kissed pare glowing with the sheen of rock 'n' roll sweat, hunting for a blessing from Bruce Springsteen, Steve Van Zandt or Southside Johnny. For a time, as this iconic urban center crumbled, those memories seemed confined to history. But visit Asbury Park at present and see non just recovery merely the Jersey Shore platonic: beaches packed towel to towel for 10 blocks, surfers picking waves off a jetty and a boardwalk lined with seafood restaurants, open up-air watering holes, a lemonade stand and a taco joint. And on those perfect days, the twang of an electric guitar still seeps out from the Stone Pony and soaks up the boardwalk.
Who goes there: Tattooed and trendy visitors from Brooklyn and Manhattan, who stay at the fashionable new and renovated hotels, mix with a large local L.Yard.B.T.Q. community and a growing influx of Shore regulars who frequent smaller inns and Airbnbs.
Rainy-day activity: Watching the wizards down at the Silverball pinball "museum" on the boardwalk, where you can play on machines dating back to the 1950s.
Must-consume: Heaping, jaw-locking, fully dressed Italian subs from Frank's Cafeteria, a legendary Chief Street mainstay. NICK CORASANITI
Cape May, N.J.
Lodged like a piece of chewed taffy between the ocean and the Delaware Bay, the dune-wrapped coastline of the "other Cape" is a getaway from getaways. It catches dregs of traffic from Atlantic City and Wildwood — but is otherwise the calmest spot on the raucous Jersey Shore. Expect raw, low-frills excursions with wistful sunsets, winding climbs through a still-working lighthouse and crab-stuffed everything at the Rusty Boom beach shack. A two-mile promenade, built in the late 1800s, reveals the boondocks's resort-ier roots, complete with a family-run fudge shop, coin arcades and grande-matriarch hotels.
Who goes there: A good for you mix of locals, East Coasters and Quebecois. Extended families snap up new-historic period villas and Victorians, simply rows of one-room cottages — dubbed tiny houses — run plenty further inland.
Classic souvenir: Mine the bayside for "Cape May diamonds": slick, quartz pebbles that the Kechemeche tribe once used for trade. PURBITA SAHA
Oak Bluffs, Mass.
For over a century Oak Bluffs, on the north shoreline of Martha'southward Vineyard, has been a summertime-holiday locale for African-American families, with Inkwell Beach at the heart of the customs. Today the town is a retreat of option for both seasoned ladies with floppy straw hats and hip immature families wearing Johnny Cupcakes T-shirts. During Baronial, black leisure life is on peak brandish along Excursion Avenue, a folksy commercial cluster of seasonal shops and cafes, and Inkwell Beach becomes a fanciful illustration of bliss set past the Atlantic Body of water, every bit gilded rays brush babies and chatter bounces off bold-hued umbrellas. I'm the mother sporting shoulder-length cornrows, facedown in a book.
Who goes at that place: In improver to native New Englanders, you'll observe folks who hail from everywhere from the American South to Oakland, Calif.
Must Eat: The whole fried clams from the takeout counter at Giordano'south Restaurant (a mainstay since 1930). Ordering a mess of slightly sugariness manus-cutting onion rings is mandatory.
Classic souvenir: Original pieces from the fine art galleries situated in shingle-style houses or the nearby Chilmark flea marketplace. NICOLE TAYLOR
Quondam Orchard Beach, Me.
The stereotype of Old Orchard Beach, on Maine's southern declension, is of a identify crowded by schlubby Quebecois dads wearing ill-advised Speedos, sweeping powdered saccharide from their chest hair after inhaling slabs of fried dough. Speaking equally a schlubby dad who loves the place, I know this has basis in fact. Still Onetime Orchard Embankment's unapologetic lack of pretense is part of its appeal. And there's a vii-mile crescent embankment, a charmingly dated amusement park and a spring-break-lite atmosphere on the 500-pes pier that's lined with confined, restaurants and gift shops.
Who goes there: Summer crowds descending from the north earned O.O.B. its nickname, "the French Canadian Riviera," just the rows of rental cottages also fill with enough of working- and center-class New England families.
Must-swallow: Well-baked, crinkly "pier fries" from the original Pier French Fries counter on Old Orchard Street. Naturally, you lot can get them every bit poutine. BRIAN KEVIN
Silver Bay, N.Y.
Iv hours north of Manhattan, the "Queen of American Lakes" beckons all to its sun-dappled shores. The attainable southern terminus of Lake George, with kitschy arcades, wax museums and speedboats crowding the waterfront in the village of the aforementioned proper name, attracts the most tourists. My communication: Bypass it all and keep going due north. On your way to Silvery Bay, one of a handful of footling towns that dot the northwest shores of the lake, you'll pass through a time car of sorts. Upwardly hither cellphone service is spotty, shops and restaurants are few and far between and the pleasures of lake life — naps on a sun-warmed dock, rowboat picnics, long swims in water so make clean that it qualifies equally drinking h2o — are of the sometime-school multifariousness.
Who goes there: Generally heart-course families from the Northeast.
Rainy-day activity: A violent game of shuffleboard at the Y.M.C.A. compound, followed by a "Tongue Mountain" assistant split at its full general store. BONNIE TSUI
Montauk, Due north.Y.
While the Hamptons were sacrificed to the Kardashians and Existent Housewives of New York City long agone, Montauk has managed to hold onto its laid-dorsum vibe and bluish-collar roots, despite an influx of noisy newcomers. Early on-morn surfers take hold of breakfast burritos from the Ditch Witch food truck to shell waves of Brooklyn moms, hipsters and occasional celebrities. At the beautifully rugged Ditch Plains embankment, old-school New York accents all the same drift by, though they're disappearing fast. An agile dark-life scene means that some hotels (similar the Retentivity Motel, which the Rolling Stones sang about in 1976) are improve for drinking than for sleeping.
Who goes there: Crowds from all of Northward.Y.C., though Williamsburg and Manhattan dominate.
Must-eat: John'due south Drive-In, est. 1967, for the Big John Burger and homemade ice cream (I'g partial to the mint-chip).
Rainy-twenty-four hours activity: The local library, with an upstairs ocean view, has everything from yoga to children's robot building. HELENE STAPINSKI
Crimson Grove, North.Y.
Fire Isle is a sliver of Eden just off Long Island, simply a few dozen miles (and a ferry ride) from New York Urban center but a universe away. Information technology has historically been a refuge for gay and lesbian travelers, and as younger men my husband and I vacationed in the Pines, probably the Island's best-known enclave. Since condign parents, we've plant the neighboring community of Cherry Grove, long a destination for lesbians, a little more welcoming. The embankment is cute, clean and repose, especially on weekdays. Rainy days or early mornings we stroll the excursion of elevated boardwalk that is the island'southward avenue, looking at the birds, butterflies and deer who really ain the identify. In that location'south nothing else to do, which is what makes it then perfect.
Who goes at that place: Primarily — but not exclusively — queer travelers.
Uniform: Annihilation goes. Shorts and flip-flops or full drag, daring bathing suits or partial nudity. At that place'southward a prevailing attitude of come up-as-you-are that's truly wonderful. RUMAAN ALAM
Wrightsville Beach, N.C.
North Carolinians tend to exist embankment-loyal. The rest of the world stops anywhere from the Outer Banks to Calabash, but Tar Heels pick their spot — normally the one where their parents and grandparents went — and return every twelvemonth like body of water turtles. Swarmed by surfers, boaters and twenty-four hours-trippers, Wrightsville keeps its old-school feel, with a 700-foot pier, originally built in the 1930s. The town was walloped past Hurricane Florence final fall, but most stores and restaurants have reopened for summer.
Who goes there: Roughly halfway betwixt Maine and South Florida, the area gets visitors from the Northeast aslope loyal Carolinians. Locals joke that I-twoscore from Raleigh to the declension is then wide, smooth and fast because of all the land legislators who scurry to the beaches for long weekends.
Must-eat: Hit Roberts Market, the tiny downtown grocery, for a tub of the best chicken salad in the South. It'southward the perfect affair to tuck into a boat cooler. KATHLEEN PURVIS
Folly Embankment, S.C.
There's a reason Folly Beach all the same proudly proclaims itself "the Edge of America." Barely 20 minutes from Charleston's Southern charms, this half dozen-mile stretch of mossy oaks, ramshackle cottages and white sand is equal parts old Southern holiday retreat and hip, foodie-friendly surf town. Barefoot locals long ago recognized that this bohemian barrier isle, former domicile of the "Porgy and Bess" co-writer DuBose Heyward, was worth protecting. They've zealously guarded the wizened copse that shade Folly's interior and kept most of the embankment open up to surfers and surf schools — creating a distinctly Caro-Californian vibe.
Who goes there: Charleston locals and tourists of every stripe, from Charlotte and Atlanta and some savvy escapees from New York.
Initiation rite: A dolphin-gazing sunset dinner from the waterfront deck at Bowens Island — a fish-campsite restaurant and bar a couple of miles upwards Folly Road. CHRIS DIXON
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Luquillo, P.R.
Growing upwardly in San Juan, I always loved the days my family would pack upwards our coolers for an outing to Luquillo Beach. Less than an hour's bulldoze east of the city center, the embankment (its official name is Balneario La Monserrate) is still far enough from the hustle and bustle to conjure a world apart — half-moon shaped, ringed past palm copse, with friendly warm waters. Nosotros always returned home sunburned, exhausted and happy. Now it's a regular end during my visits back to the island, when my husband and I rent lounge chairs and umbrellas to read in the cool cakewalk and nap after sipping a rum-charged piña colada. It is dwelling house.
Who goes in that location: Locals and tourists alike, often with kiddies in tow — and always someone with speakers loud enough to infuse patches of the beach with salsa, merengue and bachata music.
Must-swallow: Traditional fritters like bacalaítos (salt cod) and alcapurrias (light-green-banana dough with meat), from the strip of restaurants and food kiosks that stretches along Highway iii, known as Los Kioskos de Luquillo. MIREYA NAVARRO
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