I want it known that Dog Beach was not my idea. It was also not my idea to have a picnic. In fact, it was a surprise (and such a nice one until...). But friends invited us, and when my DH shocked me and agreed, I went along with the whole crazy plan (never having been there before).
I'm here to tell you that OB Dog Beach is everything you've heard it is. No waves (which is kind of creepy), clumps of heavy seaweed along the water's edge, crowded with sunbathers ignoring the sand fleas. The air does not smell fresh. Like you don't want to take a deep breathe, close your eyes, and smile while you exhale. You try not to breathe. It's just instinct.
We walked away from the crowd along the channel that leads to the San Diego River and it's tepid, still water. (I could go on with a gazillion adjectives but I'll spare you). Few people down that a'way as you can tell from Scout's picture up above. And just one big ol' rogue chocolate lab. Oddly enough, no seagulls anywhere in sight. Hmm. I'm not sure what that says, but it was eerily quiet.
Now OB doesn't bother everyone, of course, since the beach by the parking lot is crowded. But if you're used to the pristine beaches further north guarded by cliffs with terns running crazy outlining the waves and fresh breezes above a crashing surf, you will be disappointed.