I decide to continue climbing down to the beach. I'm exhausted and sweaty and I've still got gnats in my hair so I sit down on  the beach for a while. It is a small beach, about 50 ft long and twenty feet wide with black sand secluded by cliffs on all sides.  Since I had fought for and claimed this piece of sand and I'm in California feeling really grungey with bugs. I took off my  clothes and jumped in the water. It was really cold. But while I am in the water I can see another beach to the east, up the bay. I  sat on the sand until I was dry, then put my clothes back on. When the waves are out I can get around the large rocks that  separate the two beaches, just getting my feet and legs wet.