Crystal Beach is a bit of an enigma. I don't know the
local name for the beach and except for fishermen, kayakers
and the intrepid off-roader, it's not easily accessible.
who have lived here for many years call it the "nudist
beach", presumably because it's difficult to find
and one doesn't expect a tour guide with a large group
of sightseers to tread across your beach blanket while
sunbathing those hard-to-expose-without-getting-arrested
The interesting thing about Crystal Beach isn't on the
beach itself. About a hundred yards to the north, just
past the sandy border, you'll find a set of stairs, interrupted
by some sort of miniature rock amphitheater. The stairs
climb the bluff to a promontory that overlooks the beach
and the Sea of Cortez. It's a magnificent view.
More work is evident on top of the bluff, not too far
from the edge. There you'll find a small house foundation
of cement with inlayed stones. Nearby is a sunken hole
with the remains of what might have been an outhouse.
There's a distinct hippy-ish flavor to the abandoned
project, now in ruins. Perhaps it was wiped away by weather
or intruders. It must have been a splendid residence at
one time, full of sun, smooth beach-tumbled stones, and
the spangle of a brilliant Milky Way in the evenings.
One wonders how the logistics of water and staples were
handled. A short run of long cement and stone steps at
beach level might have been a sort of wharf where boats
once put in with supplies. Certainly the overland route
would have been intimidating. I'm not aware of any species
of cliff-dwelling burros.
In any event, the original progenitors of the one-time
residence are long gone. No one seems to know who they
were. For many in the area, the stone architecture mounting
to the bluff is just another Greek ruin --with an occasional
view of a nudist sprawled below on the beach.
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