A Trip To The Beach Narrative Essay

From discovering turtle nests, cliff jumping, to the daily wind down it was a blast. After catching two baby turtles, Stuart and I made sand castles for them to live in and brought food for them to eat. Koopa Troopa and Shelly were our very own turtles. We eventually had to let them go and release them into the lake. At this point my seven-year old self was probably very emotional and probably cried. Once my turtle phase was over, we often times went cliff jumping. A few miles down the lake was a group of cliffs that we would jump off fairly often. The feeling of falling from the rock and splashing into the water was so fulfilling and invigorating. Since running up and down the cliffs was relatively tiring, we eventually would take the pontoon back to our dock and unload all of our belongings. When the day would come to an end, our entire family would cozy up around the TV and watch The Wilderness Family movies. Most of us would fall asleep on the couch and wake up when the sun shone through the huge glass windows that surround us. By then the weekend was over, and it was time to go

No beaches, no pools, and no tourist-ready horses. Instead, there were ponds, rivers, and a few home raised horses used to carry rice from nearby fields. Their home, simple yet heart-warming, was made of wood and there didn't seem to be any power at the time. We were surrounded by trees and open land full of chickens and ducks. The light was out, there was no sign air conditioning, and I was already feeling the mosquitoes nibbling at my toes and ankles. Although it was slightly nerve-wrecking, my level of curiosity for what the rest of my vacation had to offer overcame all

I was watching TV at home like any other day when my phone rang. It was my friend calling to ask me if I wanted to go on a vacation to Dog Island. My mom said” I can go if I want to”, so I said” yes”. It was still a while before we left but, my mom made me pack anyway. I knew it would be one the best weeks ever.

Everyday we ventured to the different beaches in San Diego, La Jolla, Coronado, and Pacific Beach. At La Jolla we got to see the fascinating seals, which smelled horrific, and you could walk next to them while on the coves. While we were at Coronado we relaxed on the beach, took a dip in the water, and played paddleball. Pacific Beach is where we had the most fun because that's where my sister and I spent most of our time and we got to boogie board and

My father was the adventurous man in the household, and it was because of this characteristic, that he always knew the best place to go to during the summer of my sister and I’s childhood. My father was the one who taught my sister and I how to be creative and have fun with what you have right in front of you. Summer weekends down at Batsto Lake located in the Pine Barrens were my most precious memories.

My best moment was when i went to the Florida Keys over Christmas break in 2015. It was a two week trip just on our way to the Keys. On our way we stopped at the Creation Museum down in Kentucky and we stayed at my grandpa’s house in Maranatha Village down in Sebring Florida. When we finally got down to the Keys i couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. The water was that beautiful blue color and there was nothing but colorful coral and crystal blue water everywhere. When we got to where we were staying it was packed. There were more campers than we could count. The campground was on it’s own little island on the highway. My dad used to work there while my grandpa sang for an audience in the outdoor bar by the pool and hot tub. When i went to

My family has gone on many vacations, but the vacation to Cancun over Thanksgiving is the one I will always remember. My grandma took our whole family on a vacation to Cancun. There were many interesting events that took place on this trip that I will always remember. Every morning waking up to the amazing view of the ocean with the waves roaring to shore. We would spend our days hanging out by the pool and riding the massive waves at the beach. Playing basketball in the pool with the family is a circus trying to score.

I can just picture it now the sandy beaches, beautiful sky, and I gagging because the salt water that got in my mouth was disgusting. When I went to Hawaii I had the time of my life. There were just a few things that were annoying, but I spent all of it with my family and that’s what mattered.

To begin, my dream vacation would be going to the Bahamas because of all the fascinating places to visit. In one resort alone there are at least 10 pools. At the beach, the water is always warm and it is crystal clear. In the Bahamas, there are plenty of extremely fascinating caves to explore. Also, in the resort called Atlantis, there is a nightclub

I remember the first time I stepped on to ocean beach sand! Swoosh Swoosh, the sounds of ocean waves crashing into the lightly brown smooth sand on the beach. I remember the soft, smooth sand seeping through the cracks of my toes! The sun was beating down from the blue sky. Heat waves moved across the sand as I looked out into the deep blue ocean! It was all so beautiful! Thats when I knew this was going to be the greatest vacation ever! I knew that my family and I we’re about have a blast on this vacation!

It was an annual tradition for my dad’s side of the family to get together at this campground over Fourth-of-July weekend. All of the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even some friends would be there. I was only eleven and it was a special year because I got to bring my friend Rachelle with me on this trip. We planned on swimming in the lake, tubing behind the boat, fishing, and playing yard games like bean bags and ladder-ball. Tubing was my favorite. There was no better feeling than the rush of falling off and bouncing across the water like a skipping stone.

One thing that the beach has taught me is how deal with the hard times in life. Being only twenty- years- old I would say I have been through a lot in such a short period of time and I don’t think I would have made it through without my Bel Air Beach family.

It was finally summer vacation and my family and I decided to go to the beach as soon as the last day of school ended. While I sat in my seat in class, the anticipation of going to the beach kept me from concentrating, all I saw was the teacher's familiar mouth formations, speaking to the class about some Post World War Two battle involving a conspiracy about Hitler and the Nazi regime in the classroom. I sat there, in the tan metal chair attached to the wooden desk next to the wall, waiting. Time passed by and my excitement increased as I rushed out of the room, down the dim hallway, past the office out the glass, front doors to see my family parked in the teeming parking lot. As soon as I got into the car, my dad hit the gas pedal and we were off to our beloved destination. Hours passed and we neared the beach, and I could see the ocean and the grainy sand. We were almost there and I could not contain my enthusiasm. I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning! We got to the parking lot and I could see the towering building above me awaiting my presence. I leaped out of the car with my items and headed straight to the glass doors. I sped up the stairs, to the third floor, down the hallway, to the sixth door on the right. I dropped my stuff off into the room and went straight outside and out to the beach because I could not wait any longer.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.