So, I got this idea stuck in my head a while back. Needed to get away, properly away, you know? Not just some crowded spot with umbrellas lined up. I wanted a wild beach, the kind you see in rough photos, all empty and raw. Heard whispers about a place down the coast, supposed to be tough to reach.
Getting Ready
Figured the old jeep was the tool for the job. Gave it a quick once-over – oil, water, tires looked okay. Didn’t pack much fancy stuff. Just threw in the tent, sleeping bag, a big water container, some cans of beans, stuff like that. Didn’t want some complicated plan, just point the car south and see what happens.
The Drive Down
Okay, the drive started easy enough. Highway for a few hours. Then the smaller roads. Then, like always, the pavement just… stopped. Turned onto this dirt track that looked like it hadn’t seen much love lately. It got bumpier, rockier. Had to shift into four-wheel drive pretty quick. The map I had wasn’t exactly detailed for this bit, more like vague suggestions.
Hitting a Wall (Almost Literally)
Making okay progress, feeling pretty adventurous, then rounded a bend and bam. The track ahead was just gone. Looked like heavy rains had washed a whole section down into a gully. Maybe it was a stream crossing once, but now it was a muddy mess, deeper than it looked. I poked around, tried to see if there was a way through or around. No dice. Didn’t fancy getting the jeep stuck out here alone. Had to make the call – turn back. Gutted.
Plan B Emerges
Sat there for a bit, feeling pretty low. Pulled out the map again, trying to figure something else out. Then I remembered something an old guy said back when I stopped for gas. Mentioned another way to get near the coast, but said it involved leaving the car and walking. Found the spot he vaguely described on the map – looked like an overgrown trail starting near an old, abandoned farmstead a few miles back.
The Long Walk
Drove back, found the spot. Parked the jeep, hoping it’d still be there when I got back. Grabbed my backpack with water and essentials. The trail… well, calling it a trail was generous. It was more like a suggestion where people might have walked years ago. Had to push through scratchy bushes, climb over fallen logs. Took way longer than I thought. Sun was beating down too. Started wondering if this was a dumb idea.
Finding A Beach
Just when I was about ready to give up, I heard it. The sound of waves. Pushed through one last thicket of bushes and there it was. Not some huge, sweeping bay like I’d maybe pictured. It was a small cove, really. Rocks on both sides, rough sand, driftwood scattered about. But man, it was completely empty. No other footprints. Just raw coastline. Wild.
- Felt the wind coming off the sea.
- Listened to the waves crashing.
- Walked along the waterline.
What It Was Really About
Spent the whole afternoon there. Didn’t do much. Just sat on a log, ate a cold can of beans. Watched the birds. It was simple. Quiet. That feeling of being totally cut off, that’s what I’d been looking for, I guess. The struggle to get there made it feel earned. It wasn’t easy, wasn’t picture-perfect like some fancy resort. It was just real. And that felt pretty damn good. Sometimes the tough journeys lead to the places you really need to be, you know?
