Descriptive Essay : Beacon's Beach

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

Mothers beach holds a dear place in my heart. It’s where mothers bring their children knowing the calm, cool waves will allow their young to experience all the joy a beach can provide. I had been there many of times in my short but happy life. At the time I had just been faced with all the excitement that comes with celebrating a birthday, I was now the big 5 years old. I thought I was ready to take on the world, sadly, I was unaware of all the seemingly innocent dangers out there in the world. My family and I were at Mothers beach trying to reminisce in all the memories we had of Long Beach. In a couple days, we would be moving half way across the U.S. to Tulsa, Oklahoma making this our last trip to our beloved beach. It would be a break

Traveling the distance for a day of no school, work and responsibilities for a quick getaway, is the medication to a happy lifestyle. So we set off a trip to a destination that is worry free. The long car ride is spent singing to our favorite throwback songs and arguing about the dumbest of things, like who ate the last slice of pizza the night before or maybe even who left the seat up last. All of which are moments worth a chuckle. When we finally arrive at the wonderful place, the first breath of fresh air is taken as the door to our white suburban is opened and we come into contact with the grounds of Pismo Beach. With the help of the seven individuals that poured out of the cramped car; we start to unpack the trunk with gadgets that are needed for the day to begin. Ice chests, sand buckets, shovels, foldable chairs, towels and a radio, all come along with us in our journey for a day at the beach.

My friends and I had taken a weekend trip to Orange Beach. We decided to stay in a condo for the entire weekend. The day that we were going to Orange Beach my friend Hasan was graduating from Madison Central High School in 2015, and he was getting his parents to drive him to Orange Beach so that he could hang out with us for the weekend. We did multiple events such as driving down to Orange Beach and back home, going to the beach, biking, waiting for dinner, living in a condo, and celebrating a friend graduating High School. The events on this trip had many fun and horrific event happen in them. This may be a reason why a person does not take a high school graduate.

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

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

Another wave came and pushed me down. I landed on my butt. My face and body felt the shock of being consumed by salty, sandy water. I gasped and wiped my face. I stood up, ready to try again. With my dad’s coaching, I mastered the wave. I rode it in and slid onto the shore victorious. I continued to boogie board, feeling more confident with each successful try. As my skin pruned, I could feel the shells beneath my feet etch cuts and scrapes on my soles like glass shards in a tire. After a while, the salty water made my cuts feel like they were burning, like walking on hot coals. My arms, chest, and knees suffered the same fate from sliding into the shell - covered shore. It was well worth the pain, however. My dad continued to give me side by side lessons on boogie boarding until I was totally confident in my skills. I felt like I was flying on the water. I have never felt anything so fun, free, and exciting. I couldn’t imagine spending another day in Florida without coming to the beach to boogie board. I was hooked like a giant tuna to a fishing

At the time I lived in Santa Cruz, California on the east side of town, not too far from the ocean. That morning at 9 a.m we arrived at Pleasure Point, a famous surf spot in Santa Cruz. It was a cold, stormy, windy day. A old school professional surfer friend of ours, “Perry”, offered to teach me to surf on my birthday. I had never really liked being in the ocean unless the water was calm and it was a hot sunny day. Today was very different. The wind was howling and caused the waves to be very choppy. Big black thunderclouds waited above. The waves were much larger than I expected and seeing them my stomach started to turn. Only a few experienced surfers could be seen out in the water. In California the water is much cooler than in Hawaii so you must wear a wetsuit. Even then, after a few hours your feet will go numb and your joints will start to lock up. As a birthday present my dad had just bought me a black O’neill wetsuit with blue accents the day

Lost for a moment, you wonder where you are. The bark of the aimlessly wondering dog brings you back to reality causing your surroundings become clearer. Underneath the ocean floor, small rocks sparkle like tiny gems. Each of them bring a beauty of their own, making you feel part of the ocean. The first whiff is particularly salty that soon dims into an intoxicatingly sweet smell. By inhaling the fresh air into your lungs, you somehow manage to reach paradise. Exploring underwater, the wonders of the ocean are screaming for your attention. The blue and red corals are so uniquely shaped that you cant help but wonder how under-appreciated the ocean is. Everything is perfect, and your mind is open. Thoughts are floating into the stillness of the ocean and the air as time passes by. When sunset reaches, you unwillingly leave the ocean and return to the boardwalk to your family. Look back one last time, the silent beach and the lifeless sand seem washed up from all of the movement of the day. Even the ocean seems desperate for company, but until tomorrow the beach will settle into a colorless

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

With a great vigor, humanity delights in escaping reality, even if only for a short time. Some choose to play sports, some watch TV, and others still choose to spend their time reading. Withdrawal from reality links all hobbies together. Likewise, I like to achieve this liberation by sailing. Imagine the wind gusting across your body, the smell of the strong scent of water in your nostrils, and the thrill of the breeze thrusting your boat along. Personally, I was astounded when I discovered this microcosm twenty minutes away in the middle of the scorching desert.

Just as I sit down on the sand my mind starts to unwind. The many spectacular sights jump at my eyes. As far as I can see there is turquoise water in front of me. Surfers wearing their bright colored suits grab their

It began with a blazing, crackling, smokey fire. Friends and family sat there with a glow from the fire upon us. All of us, Corbin, Charles, my Mom, my Aunt, and I, sat silently listening to a mixture of the fire, along with ocean. Knowing that the blazing sun would soon set, Corbin, Charles and I made the decision to go to the beach. The journey taken that evening led me to realize my sense of direction.

You have been in the car for a very long three days. You have sat in a line of cars 10 miles long. You have endured your annoying siblings, stressed out parents and the cramped space of the car. You have eaten junk food and soda for days. Your legs are screaming to move, you think you will never arrive. You have heard rumors about the beach. Sand so white it sparkles, water crystal clear, ships the size of buildings, and hotel rooms the sizes of houses. You finally start to see the first signs of the ocean first the tall tan coconut trees, then the smell of the salt water, and then the roar of the waves. Then you finally see it the ocean, so big and so blue. Full of life, adventure, and discovery.