Comparing the Mountains and the Beach Essay

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Comparing the Mountains and the Beach

I do not like the beach very much personally. I can vacation anywhere I choose to, and I choose the mountains. I prefer the mountains to the beach because the mountains have better weather and are so much prettier than the beach, and because I feel more comfortable and at home in the mountains.

The beach is hot. It is not just your average "Oh no, I'm sweating" kind of hot, but unbelievably, unbearably hot. The mountains, however, are temperate, cool, and comfortable. The weather in the mountains stays relatively steady and moderate. Hurricanes have a strange tendency to hover around the beach; whereas, they seem to be almost repulsed by the mountains. The mountains have a certain
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A person can walk for miles on a sandy beach and not feel as if he or she has gone anywhere or seen anything, with only a set of sore legs to show for it. If we were to take the same hike upon a mountain trail, the mind would fill with sights and landmarks, and colors, and every bit of the body would ache with only the refreshment of the cool mountain air tingling through the blood stream and while the sights pulsed through the brain.

There's a feeling of silent boredom that one receives from the sight of the beach. The sand ripples in the visage of desolation, teems with dull undulating waves slapping the sand with a bored "smack" without an echo. However, the mountains are alive. They roll in a perpetual explosion of color and movement that floods the eyes and ears, fills the nose with soft aroma and the mouth with sweet oxygen. The mountains are an intense arrangement of vivid color and form unmatched by any other type of geology. The beach huddles in a mass of ugliness beside it.

The beach is a lonely and dull place. It makes one feel like a visitor. Even people who live on the beach seem to have the appearance of being tourists; that is how one feels at the beach, like a tourist. However, the mountains virtually reek of home. The body shakes with the sensual vibrations of firesides and country kitchens, slow sitting days and folksy songs wafting through the air. I feel as if I have waltzed back into
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