They're all black, like charcoal, so maybe they caught fire. And then there are the nudists, who are often just lying on the sand between little rocky windbreaks they've built. As long as there aren't complaints, a truce exists between the clothed and unclothed visitors. There is a time and a place for everything. This is not the place for sex.
Rangers patrol the area on foot and horseback.
Park in the dirt parking lot just up the road. Take the trail at the far end of the lot. Ranger Eickenhorst says he doesn't know when they'll reopen. You can stop at a bench along the way to see a nice view of the Marin Headlands. After another 100 yards, past the trash cans, the path narrows and bends, passing a clump of fennel, then rises and falls, eventually becoming the width of a road.