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EXT. NORTHERN ZUMA BEACH -- DAY

The surf is raging today, eight to ten foot waves scribing perfect barrels and then exploding into the shallow water. Surfers are the only serious swimmers today, and even they are clustering past the break line, waiting for something manageable...

The only other people braving the waves are a small knot of lifeguards in black wetsuits, training in a quiet part of the beach. They are riding a big, orange life-raft onto the shore, flailing to keep it from being capsized while a woman wearing Ray-Bans yells at the back of their heads. As you watch, the young lifeguards leap off the raft and haul it onto shore, the instructor still inside. Before they can set it down, the instructor is yelling at them again. They raise the raft at arms length over their heads and begin running up the beach, the instructor standing in the raft above them. People sitting on the beach aren't even watching. This is a common scene.

You keep walking on the beach.

To go north to Trancas Beach...

To go south to the main beach area...

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