Every beach town in the Northeast seems to come along with bells and whistles, with crowds and boardwalks. When I first moved out to California in 2009, I was surprised by how simple beach towns were. Wait, the beach is the main attraction?
I walked the streets of Pismo Sunday morning, watching the overcast sky slowly break apart and the sun sneak through. The scenery was so calm and relaxing – even with the rain. FYI, San Luis Obispo (10-15 minutes north of Pismo) was named the happiest city in America.
It’s what I love about the West Coast – it lets nature do the talking. And I’ve mentioned this before: if it were not for a sign on the highway, you could easily drive right past Pismo and never know it was there (assuming you’re ignoring the views of the Pacific and the rocky coastline).
Here’s a glimpse of the competition, followed by some photos of Pismo.