Descriptive Essay : A Long Day At The Beach

When I was a teenager, my family took a vacation on the east coast. I was fortunate enough to have cool parents that let the teenagers pick some places to visit. Since we were all fans of the Jersey Shore show and so close to New Jersey, all the teenagers begged to go to “The Shore”. I expected it to be a cool, hip place with the MTV stars all around. The Shore looks similar to other beach cities. It has a calm, relaxing feel to it. It has the beautiful, blue skies and ocean breezes. It has sunbathers, surfers, boogie boarders, and beachcombers. However, there is a fee to go on the beach in addition to the parking fee, which was a surprise for us, but it is “The Shore”. The beach is clean with white sand and blue water. Unlike California beaches, it is usually not crowded (probably because they charge people). There are places to rent snorkeling gear and boogie boards.

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by dunes, hadn't heated up from the sun, so the sand had a soothing feeling of cool sand between each toe. Upon reaching the shore, we noticed that not many beachgoers had set up their

My dad and I step over a chain, entering the stand that’s only for lifeguards, and sit on the edge with our bare feet dangling. We drink our steaming coffee while listening to the pure sound of the light waves crashing. There’s always high tides in the mornings. It’s now six and I can see the rays of the sun peeking over the endless ocean, covering the peaceful beach with a warm, orange blanket. Flocks of seagulls glide by, disappearing into the warm sun. Half of the sun now showing, more people are coming to the beach. One man, about 60 years old, brought his yellow paddle board. He paddles out

Focusing my mind to the beach, I observed children creating sand castles, young adults resting on towels, and young couples walking on the shoreline holding hands. Light colored sailboats disappear in the distance. Looking

Stepping out onto the beach one early morning I could hear the waves softly crash along the shore. Numerous birds nesting in the palm trees began to stir, and sing out early morning greetings. Although the sun had not yet come up, the beach was alive with surfers, like myself, preparing to some catch some waves. It was Christmas Eve, although at this Hawaiian beach it was a balmy seventy five degrees. I took in a deep breath, allowing the salty air laced with a smell of tropical flowers to fill my lungs. Wading out into the cool water, I hoped onto my board and paddled out farther from the shore to wait for the next big set of waves to come in. By this time, the sky had lightened up to a pale blue, but yet still streaked with the blackness

Seagulls soared delicately over my head and the race of the waves upon the shore had made it clear that it was the perfect summer day in California. Various kites of contrasting colors and shapes flew overhead as they danced with the wind. In its essence, the exquisite body of the abysmal, salty water glistened to its heart’s content. My mom, my sister, and many of the many friends of my mother’s were enjoying a pleasant stroll in the cool breeze. T-shirts, shorts, sunglasses, and vibrant colored swimming suits were what filled the San Diego beach as a common apparel.

All while the lifeguards watch over everything: the swimmers in the crashing waves, the tanners on the soft burning sand and the adventurers traversing the jagged rocks. Many groups of teenage friends are scattered around the beach. Some of them talking, some enjoying the pleasant afternoon sun. More groups arrive on the beach as others leave, all of them enjoying the pleasant scent of the ocean in the beginnings of a great

My brother, mom and dad and my dog and I hopped in the car to drive to the beach. This one specific beach was very close only about 10 minutes away. As we drove up there is a large paved car spot that curves into a T. A large sign welcoming us sits in the middle. Around a group of large pieces of driftwood a Pelican sits atop one of them. In the distance there is a patch of sand, sodden with water, broken sea shells are scattered about probably from gulls dropping them. Next to them are the tide pools many sea creatures live in them, red rock crabs scamper about. A mysterious collection of these creature a occasional clam pops up spraying as if enjoying himself in the sun. Surrounding a large Ominous lake hidden with it’s secrets of people who had visited every year people throw pebbles into the lake and wish for something anything their deepest desires.

Across the street or maybe just off the beach, a souvenir shop beckons with lifeguard shirts in its windows, a sign is plastered to one window and reads “Beach Towels, 2 for $10.” On the sidewalk sits a table, littered with seashells and other knickknacks for sale. These things are offered to as memories of a great vacation.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. I find that my imagination wanders off on its own and takes trips to the ocean without me so I figured my body had some catching up to do. With a snap of my fingers and a short ride through the canyon I found myself at my childhood playground, Zuma Beach. Without hesitation I laid my towel down upon the tiny grains and chips of rocks that the oceans might has turned into sand over the years. I took a moment to put my life on hold and gaze at what nature had to offer to me. I reflected upon all of the other places I could have been instead of standing with my toes curling in the warm sandy beach and smiled in appreciation of my situation.

Have you ever been to the beach? I have been to the beach once, and honestly, I wasn’t that impressed. Before I went, I looked up pictures of the beach I was going to, and it had clear, bright blue water, with perfect white sand. Plus, I was expecting to find lots of fine things, like seashells, sand dollars, and sea glass. When I first receiver the beach, I stepped out of the car, having my hopes way too high. The sand was white and fluffy at first, however, as you walked closer to the water, it became hard and the color of mud. The water looked like lake water. Honestly, I felt like I was at the lake, other than I couldn’t see land on the other side looking out on the water. It grew better, too. The only thing close to seashells was little mussels that we would dig into the sand. There wasn’t any sand dollars, or anything fantastic like that.

I am looking at the Picture of Three Young Women standing awkwardly on a rock and an ocean behind. A dozen of children playing in the background on the shore; some of them were standing; some of them were crouching down and facing the sea and watching others playing in the swelling waves toward the shoreline.

Water right by the edge of the shore. Waves crashing at my feet. Beautiful weather with a big shining sun. And I’m standing there taking it all in. But it all vanishes and then all the noise comes back, as my cousin, Josie calls over.

On a late night, about 10:30. I make my bed and let my dog out to go to the bathroom. After letting her out, I lay in bed hoping to have a good dream. I take off my glasses and turn off my lamp, and turn off my wax burner because my mini poodle does not like the light that it emits, and she likes the moon light.

As I arrive at the beach, I am greeted by a cluster of familiar faces of fellow family members. I slowly break away from the crowd and reach one particular vantage point from which I can gaze out at the lazy sea. Gently swashing against the shore and receding, the sea is a brilliant-blue blanket of comfort for the shore. The golden sand sways around as the waves gently deposit galaxies of seashells for my eyes to relish. I can see children playing in the mud, their feet devoured by where the sand and tide meet, it looks like a swirling pool of frothy caramel and chocolate. Avid athletes gallop up and down the shore, kicking the sand behind them. As I look towards the sea , brilliant-blue waves crash against the shore and glaring vessels of light embody the sea with a tinge of gold. A lone yacht can be seen in the tide, like a rubber duck in a bath, there is a genial glimmer in it’s lights as the waves gently bobble in the distance. I crane my neck upwards and allow my skin to soak up the rivers of light. Under the blue blanket of the seemingly infinite sky, the clouds are like