The road less traveled is so for a reason. Sometimes there’s no comfort, no companion, no certainty, no room for error and no safety net, or no way back. But sometimes, at the end of the road, the reward is welcoming respite, a singular sensory experience, and pure magic. That was the case for me at Black’s Beach, La Jolla, California. It wasn’t the easiest to find, with a walking path originating at the intersection of two winding residential streets, behind a nondescript black gate. The walk down was long – and the walk up longer, but the amazing sunset against the slight fog hanging in front of the cliffs made it all worthwhile.