From the San Francisco Chronicle
June 2010 – The Pacific Coast Highway, technically, is all of Highway 1, but anyone who grew up during the Beach Boys’ reign knows the PCH begins at California’s southern latitudes. Its laid-back, close-knit beach towns meant sun, sand and freedom from care to legions of young people.
Encinitas, halfway between San Clemente and San Diego, is a vestige of classic California beach culture that has all but succumbed to stratospherically priced homes inhabited by a generation to whom “working on myself” means attaining washboard abs rather than enlightenment. But partly because Swami’s Beach remains a holy grail to hard-core surfers, good vibrations endure here.
