There’s something special about an ill-conceived beach that transcends its crappiness. In this case we’re looking at Crane Cove in SF. I don’t know what kind of planner looks at an open space in the middle of a World War-era industrial complex and says “this is a perfect spot for a beach, so relaxing and scenic” but honestly it kind of rules. On a nice summer day it’s just as hoppin as anywhere else, just be careful in the water!!!
