Nuding Out at Marshall Beach
Baker Beach has some charm to it. Well, a lot of charm. It might even verge on the spectacular, what with that huge red bridge in full view. It has the thrust of Burning Man history behind it, a good crowd of pantsless, furry men, even (according to our friend Wikipedia) a rare plant, the Marin Dwarf Flax, growing along its shore. All-in-all, a sweet spot.
What it also has, though, is a hell of a lot of people, overflowing from Ocean Beach or looking to get a little exotic for the weekend. When last I paid a nighttime visit, two young ‘uns had switched their car’s brights on, gotten out, and were making out furiously on the sand, illuminated in extreme detail. It’s a great spot, and everyone knows it.
Lesser-known, though, is equally lovely, even more nudist Marshall Beach, where those in the know – and often in the buff – strip down amongst friends and very few strangers. The beach is absolutely hidden from the road, a five-minute amble North of Baker, and accessible by a fucking neverending set of stairs.
An added bonus, at least in my mind: Robin Williams lives kinda near here, right? Maybe if you time it right the man with the furriest arms around will decide to come out for a jog au natural.
Photo Credit: Matt J.