Every Cambria local has a version of the same speech — the one they give visiting friends who ask "what should we do?" It starts with Moonstone Beach, detours through Linn's for olallieberry pie, and ends at a wine bar on Main Street. It is a perfectly fine itinerary. It is also, respectfully, the wrong one.

We asked twelve Cambria locals — a fisherman, a gallery owner, a retired park ranger, a baker, and eight others who have collectively lived in the village for 200-plus years — to plan the perfect 48-hour Cambria weekend. No tourist traps. No Hearst Castle. Just the town as the people who love it actually experience it.