Descriptive Essay : The Dangers Of A Day At The Beach

The beach in Wildwood is nothing short of paradise. Placed among a bright blue sky with wispy white clouds, the sun lights up and warms everything. Seagulls soar in the air, cawing every so often. Light winds carry the scent of saltwater, earth, and sunscreen. Silty, off-white sand stretches on for miles in either direction, dotted by people. Tanners lie on bright beach towels. Children run, laugh, build sandcastles, and dig moats along the shore. Families and friends gather under multicolored umbrellas on folding chairs. Conversations mix with the sound of the ocean. The cool water creates an endless blue pool, speckled with people. White tips among the sea mark the crest of waves. They curl over and crash onto the shore, sounding like a million

The water is crystal clear that even from a boat you can see beyond the top into the depths of the ocean. You can look down and see the colorful scales of the fish swimming below you can see the turtles and hear the dolphins splash as they jump in and out of the water in their little pods.You put your nose up to the sky and inhale and you smell the salt water you close your eyes and you hear the crashing of the waves against the shore as if its becoming a soothing

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.

The sand was as white as whipping cream, sleek and fluffy. The endless ocean and the sky were matching perfectly along the line faraway. Although no tough rocks to dodge, shells and crabs dissolved into the sand and were absolutely spotless, the pricks of sticks poked my feet. My footsteps marked the sand like a tattoo. While the flowing breeze of the salty gust of wind soothed our skin like if I was sleeping continuously in my cozy bed, and blowing the silky sand like feathers blowing in the clearing. The clouds were like mushy vanilla soufflé which relaxed in the wild blue soda sky. The tree’s spirited green dynamically making people peaceful. Personally, it was a pleasant place to take a nap. A drizzle of saltwater ran down my cheek, fish swarming in the sea looking for a cool water. Blazing fire roasting my skin as if I was trapped in a steaming sauna. Beach huts lined up perfectly along the bridge, assuming that the inside was splendidly air conditioned.

soothing sound of the ocean rolling off the shore line, and silver shimmering light that offerss its guidens through endless miles of sand.

The smell of chlorine and salt-water stung my nose. The stinging heat of the sun burning my skin, making sweat drip down my back. The red burns from the sun stinging unbearably at any contact. The obnoxious talking of adults under their shared umbrellas and the screaming of their sunburnt children splashing in the waves was overwhelming. The children's toys  abandoned carelessly along the shore, so the kids could find shelter from the sweltering heat. The loud crashing of the ocean left my ears ringing. The mixed noises of the radios made a horrific sound for all those around them. The slight breeze gave us a taste of coolness for a second before being replaced yet again by the tortuous heat. There was no escape from the scratching sand of

The most fascinating part of Myrtle Beach is just that; the beach. The weather in the summertime makes the ocean water a perfect temperature. I’m always so impatient to make my way to the water. I love the giddy feeling I get when I’m walking towards the ocean. The sand is warm on my feet, and the sun’s rays kiss my shoulders, making them warm to the touch. One of my favorite things to do, is to lay back on the cool, damp sand and watch the sun shine against the waves, making them sparkle like flecks of glitter. Doing this makes me feel so relaxed, and so at peace. Calm washes over me like shells wash up on the shoreline.

As I lay back and reminiscence about a significant lonesome vacation to Myrtle Beach. I think about it as a peaceful place. It was in the middle of August where the temperature wasn’t too hot nor too cold, it was just right. I remember sitting back in the middle of the shore, listening to the waves crashing into the shore and the screeching of herring gulls. As I looked up at the beautiful blue sky that blended with the ocean, I visualized creative and fancy pictures in the clouds. I think about how the sand looked so fine and golden with tiny seashells and the creatures buried under the sand. I was delighted by the hot grainy sand in between my toes. As I’m lying on the shore, close to the ocean, a big tide came and I could feel the water go through me. The tide was so high that I felt my bathing suit rubbing against me. There was a little girl beside me grabbing onto my wrist, dragging me down to the water’s edge. As I went down the salt from the ocean went into my mouth. The taste of the salt had a very unpleasant bitter taste. I cleaned myself up and put on some comfortable clothes to eat lunch. I had a buffalo veggie wrap with cheese, bacon, and ranch dressing on the side, a huge chocolate chip cookie and a cold soft drink. As I bite into my sandwich, I could still taste the salt on my lips from the water. I heard the beautiful palm trees sway as the nice cool breeze went by. The sunset began to set on the horizon. The

As I got out of the car, the scorching heat of midday coated my body. The thermostat read 95 degrees, and it felt that way. My family and I retrieved our gear for the beach, and walked out to find a spot along the sand to set our towels. We placed them in a spot free of many people, and as soon as I placed my towel down, I looked across the sand to the water. The first thing that came to my mind was how the ocean would feel. This was my first time on a legitimate beach, so my mind was completely blank on what to expect. This did not stop my imagination, however, and I curiously thought about how the water would feel, and what creatures lurked below the waves. One thought that popped into my head was sharks, but seeing the number of people that were enjoying the water free of fear, the thought vanished from my mind almost as fast as it

Its cold, windy, and sunny all at the same time. The beach stretches for miles seeming endless, until it reaches a tall cliff with waves crashing against it. The sun shines down on the moisture in the air creating a “sparkling” affect to add to the view. In some spots on the coast giant rock formations stick out of the water, creating a question on how they formed there. Sea creatures dot the sand everywhere. Walking the beach with sand between your toes is and not a worry in your mind is one of the best feelings. If you time it right early in the mornings and late in the night low tide takes place and you can find sand dollars and unique shells. Beautiful houses and hotels line the beach all with the same withered look they all strive to have, and balconies on every place to capture the view.

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.

Throughout my life I have been to many beaches, but a few stand out. The select few that stand out are because of the memories I’ve made there, they are the ones I will never forget. Each beach has its unique value to itself and to me. The one thing all beaches have in common is they are filled with an obscene amount of people, but hold the most memories. Throughout the years, the beach has taught me some lessons of independence, which I will be able to use in the future. Overall, the beach is best spent with friends and family enjoying the water and its transition of a hectic day time to a peaceful nighttime.

Panting, the world seems to be a blur. With the wind blowing in my face, it’s hard to focus my eyes on the prey, yet it seems to help my other senses become sharper. I can hear my companions’ shallow breathings and their feet stomping heavily against the earth.

Mia was so glad that school was over, she didn’t have any teacher nagging her to do her work or to do her homework and best of all she didn’t have to wake up early in the morning. One of the things Mia loves to do over summer vacation is going to the beach with her family, and that’s what she’s doing today. As the car went to a steady halt beside the most marvelous beach in the world without a doubt, she took off her seat belt and ran out the car, a cool breeze hit her face as if she had been hit with snow.“ Beach here I come !’’ Mia yelled excitedly, the beach was nice and quiet and the sunset was just about to come up. The sand was a nice golden brown color just how she liked her hash browns, speaking of hash browns Mia was starving, she could eat a whole horse she hadn’t eaten anything that morning. Mia wrapped up her breakfast and went swimming, her mother told her to wait at least half an hour but she went anyway she didn’t believe it that type of things they’re obviously not legitimate .

The beach umbrella, the towels, the chairs, and then the cooler. In the backseat, I watched as my family finished packing the van with the assortment of items we had brought with us to the beach. The van was the family tank, a roaring piece of machinery that somehow seemed to make the passenger feel secure even with the alarming grumbling of the engine. The back of the van was filled and now, on this late summer day, we were taking our leave from the shore. I looked back once more at the sea where the sunset splattered colors of red and orange on the rough surface of blue and violet. Although the boardwalk was lively with smells of French fries and the cries of seagulls, I nuzzled into the car seat and waited for the Night Time Tour to begin.