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Laguna Beach, the canyon way.

Every Phoenician knows the summer escape math: when the Valley hits 110, the coast is 75. Laguna Beach is the classic answer — art town, coves, that impossible blue — but most people get the most important decision wrong. They book the famous blufftop. The better move is up the canyon.

The One Everyone Knows

The Montage, briefly.

Credit where due: Montage Laguna Beach is the postcard — the grand Craftsman-style resort spread along the bluff above Treasure Island, and one of the most photographed hotel settings in California. Go for a drink on the bluff lawn at sunset; it earns the fuss. But it's also where everyone else is, at prices set accordingly — and Laguna's real magic trick is hiding two miles south, in a canyon most visitors drive right past.

The One Worth Knowing

The Ranch at Laguna Beach.

Turn off Pacific Coast Highway at Aliso Creek and the road slips between the walls of Aliso and Wood Canyons — 87 acres that were Laguna's first homestead, reborn as The Ranch at Laguna Beach by a group of Laguna locals who understood exactly what they had. It's 97 cottage-style rooms in a green canyon bottom, a farm-to-table restaurant fed by the property's own half-acre biodynamic farm, and the kind of quiet the blufftops can't buy. It was the first hotel in California admitted to National Geographic's Unique Lodges of the World, and the canyon does something the coast highway doesn't: the air stays genuinely cool here even on a hot day, sea breeze funneling between the walls while the rest of Southern California bakes.

And the beach is not a compromise: Aliso Beach sits directly across PCH, a couple of minutes by the resort's shuttle — with the Ranch's own Lost Pier Café on the sand for fish tacos and a cold beer, palm fronds and Pacific included.

Everyone comes to Laguna for the ocean. The secret is sleeping in the canyon.

The Golf

Nine holes you'll want to walk twice.

Here's the part almost nobody expects: The Ranch holds the only golf course in Laguna Beach — Ben Brown's, a nine-hole, par-32 walk laid out along Aliso Creek in the 1950s, with canyon walls rising on every side and mule deer strolling the greens like members. Don't let the scorecard fool you; Golf Advisor has ranked it among the top short courses in America, and the creek collects balls from anyone who takes it lightly. It's golf reduced to the good parts — an easy walk, real shots, absurd scenery — and the vibe is pure Laguna: they run barefoot three-club tournaments. Play it in the morning, then spend the afternoon at the pool's palapa bar or on the bocce court beside it, which is exactly the right amount of competition for a beach day.

Evenings sort themselves: dinner at Harvest, the farm-to-table room overlooking the first fairway, then The Porch — seven firepits, live music most nights, and the canyon going dark overhead.

Getting there from Phoenix — the easy part
  1. John Wayne (SNA) is the front door. Nonstops from Sky Harbor put you in Orange County in about 75 minutes in the air; Laguna is a half-hour down the road from there.
  2. Carlsbad (CLD) is the scenic back door. Small-plane service into McClellan-Palomar lands you a beautiful 40-minute run up the coast — check the seasonal schedules, and you skip the big-airport machinery entirely.
  3. Either way beats the drive. Wheels-up after breakfast in the desert, toes in the Pacific by lunch.

Cool canyon air, the only fairways in town, and the Pacific across the road — this is the Laguna the day-trippers miss. Every desert life needs an ocean valve; this is one of the good ones. Marta is always happy to trade notes.

The Edit · Marta Walsh
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