Stone steps drop to a driftwood-strewn shore where the great green arch soars directly overhead. The classic look-up-at-the-bridge angle, best caught in low evening light.
You're in. Tuck the car into a spot — and if you don't have a Discover Pass yet, there's a pay station right here. Then take the stairs down: stone steps fall toward the shore and the beach opens up at the very foot of the gorge. The thing that makes North Beach isn't out across the channel, it's straight up. Stand on the sand, tip your head back, and the bridge arcs a hundred and eighty feet overhead, that great green steel arch framing the sky, and you're seeing it from below for the first time. The shoreline's a tangle of driftwood, whole bleached logs the tide stacked here over the winters, smooth enough to sit on. It's an easy, flat wander once you're down on the beach, the cove sheltered from the worst of the wind. Find a log and settle in — and if the light's going gold and the channel's gone still, that's exactly when Ranger Boone has a story waiting for you down here.