There is a specific, visceral yelp that echoes across the shores of Southern California from Santa Monica to San Diego every summer. It isn't the cry of seagulls or the crash of waves. It is the high-pitched, involuntary shriek of a tourist who just stepped off a boardwalk and onto the sand.
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So, when you pack your sunscreen and your surfboard, pack your water shoes too. Leave your pride in the car. Because nothing ruins a perfect day at the beach quite like the realization that you have to walk a quarter-mile back to the car across a surface hotter than a pizza oven. There is a specific, visceral yelp that echoes