09/06/2026
I took this photo at Black Sands because the whole thing felt almost too good to be real. The black beach, blue sky, cliffs running straight into the Pacific, and one can of Whistle Punk sitting there like it belonged in the middle of all of it. The best part is that it kind of does. That b**r was brewed just up the road by people who live here, in a place that constantly reminds us how lucky we are to call this coast home.
If Labor Day weekend has you looking for something to do, go use the place. Walk Black Sands. Get your shoes full of sand. Let the wind mess up your hair. Then come back up to Gyppo hungry. The beach is beautiful. We’ll take care of the b**r and dinner.