The ocean failed to get me a second time, but I still love the ocean and go there as much as I can. Just that now I keep a keen eye out for those odd wave patterns, of the strange discoloration of the water, and an ear out for the voice that whispers just above the mist, “Welcome back –
It was supposed to be an average day at Virginia Beach with my step-sister Cheyenne and her mom Michelle. I was only seven at the time, so my attention span was all over the place especially since this was my first actual vacation to the beach. We arrived at the beach around noon and decided to check into the hotel, drop off our belongings, get into our bathing suits, and walk to the beach. I was anxious to jump into the cold ocean water. As we were walking down the boardwalk, I had to check out the scenery. I remember the sky was a deep blue that blended into the ocean's horizon. As we walked the boardwalk, we came upon a Neptune Statue. The closer we got all I could do was stare in awe at this large blue and green figure. After I took my picture beside Neptune, we continued to walk until we got to the entrance of the beach. I could smell the ocean salt in the air, and hear the big waves crashing into the shore. I took off my sandals, and my feet hit the sand which burned the bottoms of my feet. Once we picked a spot on the beach to lay our stuff down, my step sister and I raced down the ocean.
As the sun quickly rose over the visible horizon of the dark blue, brisk waters of the Atlantic Ocean in Palm Beach, Florida, John knew he was late as he threw his rod and tackle box onto his fishing boat. The boat had a navy blue hull with white and brown accents that emphasized the boat and on the side was painted “Sharon” in memory of his wife who had died the year before. He untied the cleats attaching his boat to the pier, started up the engine and as the exhaust filled the air, he set off.
I tend to overlook the colors in my surroundings because it is instinctual for me to live inside my head. However, there is one specific memory that I can recall in which color made a significant impact on me. My family and I were at Custer State Park on a
The wind was roaring as it led every strand of hair on my head in an intricate dance in every direction. The pleasant mixture of fish and salt drove me closer to the water’s edge where the lake’s opaque blue surface shimmered from the sun’s reflection. Waves crashed onto the shoreline slapping and dragging the sand further into the water. Canoes lined up across the shore begging to be paddled in the water. The red canoe was the one that caught my eye. So simple yet so powerful. Nothing sounds more comforting than being out on the water with your best friend and only a paddle, and a life vest. Little did I know that red canoe would turn out to be my most daunting obstacle.
MARK395 REFLECTIVE JOURNAL By Tracy Bustamanre Image one – Contemporary issue: Erosion Description and discussion: This photograph was taken on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii in 2015. It was taken during sunset and as the tide had gone out, revealing a wider coastline. The world-famous beach is manmade and since 1951, over
When Charlie asked me to go out diving with her, I just had to say yes. I mean, the beach is a great spot on a busy day, and I knew she had a few more spots out on the water. She’d said once that she found her necklaces underwater, and how she sometimes got tangled up in nets or shot at by jealous corporate scrap-pickers.
Descriptive Essay- Beach, Vacation 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.
Immediately upon exiting the car, I am greeted by the familiar telltale smell of the lake. It is a combination of a fishy and algae scent that isn’t overly pleasant, nevertheless, it doesn’t detract from the experience. On nice windy days, I felt the wind blow through my hair and saw the telltale whitecaps forming on the water’s surface. On sunny days I saw the afternoon sun make the greenish-brown water glimmer majestically and reflect off of the glass in the high rise buildings. I walked to the gated boatyard adjacent to the parking lot to retrieve my boat.
By far one of the most beautiful and tranquil places I have visited, the Sea Pines Resort on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina leaves me in awe every time. The overall beauty of the island is second to none and makes you want to stay forever. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, like when the week at the luxurious resort is over. The number of things to do on the resort is suitable for all ages and all personalities alike, from biking, shopping, recreational activities, or just going to the beach, Sea Pines truly does have something for everyone. The Sea Pines Resort on Hilton Head Island is one of the most beautiful resorts on the east coast. Highlighted by its beautiful beaches, extensive bike paths, and world class scenery, this is a place I will never forget.
We walk down old, crumbling stairs to see a white sand beach and blue, sinuous waters ahead. Every step down we take, the distinct smell of the water enters our noses and exits clean and untouched as we inhale out. On the beach, families are sitting on their blankets and
I stepped out of the car and couldn’t believe the view. The lake was a teardrop silver as the sunset bounced off the surface, reflecting the tall and narrow pine trees. The atmosphere was soothing and peaceful, the silence was broken by an occasional cry from the birds that played in the towering pine trees. If I paid close attention along the horizon, I could see little ripples in the lake; my father would always tell me that was a school of Northern Pike popping into the air gasping for a quick
My family has been looking forward to our annual beach vacation since last year's trip to Alabama. Although it has been a long, winding journey for two days, hauling through five states and having a personal concert in the passenger seat for fourteen hours, it was all worth it by the time we make it. Beach Boulevard is overflowing with giant houses, palm trees, stores, and thousands of other activities we are in a position to do. Everyone in the car is so antsy, we roll our windows down and breathe in the sweet, warm Alabama air. My eyes locked on my phone, I count down the miles until we arrive at our destination. Ten miles... Five miles... Three miles... One mile... Two-Hundred feet... “You have arrived at your destination,” Siri informs me. Pulling into the driveway, not a single soul waits for the car to stop completely. We leap out of the vehicle, hugging my distant relatives from Louisiana and rapidly begin sprinting down to the water. My friend, Kambri, and I are flinging sand behind us, with the wind blasting against our faces. Finally arriving to the ocean, we stand shoulder to shoulder along the shore, taking it all in. Silently, we listen to the continuous, calming crashes of water, allowing it to splash up our legs, for the salty breeze to blow through our hair, and the rays of the sun shine on our pale adolescent bodies. I have never felt more at home than I do right now, in this moment in time.
The young bearded man shivering in his Virginia Tech hoodie and shorts asked us, “How 's it going? I will be your tour guide. My name is Michael, and my shipmate is Terry. We ask that you sit in the back to keep the motor under the waves.” The business-focused pilot got right to his station in the pilot 's chair. My sister accompanied me, and soon our last shipmate of the day arrived. Only three of us attended the boat tour that day. The threat of rain seemed to frighten off other guests leaving the park empty and peaceful, but I pushed on, wanting to reach the lake outside the garden and take in its magnificent view. As we