Wildwood Descriptive Writing

When thinking about getting away to some serene paradise to help forget about work or school obligations most people instantly think of the beach. Whether it be the west or east coast the beach is a universal symbol of peace and serenity, plus a little bit of fun. But this bliss has a whole different meaning to me. This is where I grew up and how I found myself. The west coast of Florida is the first time I felt the sand in my toes and the salt water on my face. These memories inspired me to give back to the ocean and its inhabitants and follow my dreams of becoming a marine biologist.

When the snow began to melt and the warming in the air began, I knew spring was coming. The cool breeze that came off the remaining snow left a crisp feel in the month of March. Spring break had finally come, and my step-mom and my father had planned a vacation to the beautiful Gulf Shores in Alabama. My level of excitement was overwhelming to go on this trip, not just because I was lucky to miss one day of school while returning home, but because I genuinely love the beach! Notwithstanding that I had never been to the Gulf of Mexico before, I pondered to myself if it would be more different than that of a beach on the Pacific Coast.

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

Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.

You look around and all you see is mother nature's finest. The beach is where people go to have fun and that’s why I go to this one special beach, because you get a little of everything there. You get wild life, the ocean, and pure silence. The only thing you can hear is the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, reminds me of Niagara falls. Its breathtaking. And everything is clean. No trash laying around at all. Nothing.

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

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

Here lies the area where the rising blue sea crashes on to a shore surrounded by huge, wave-worn rocks. Where the sun shines through the skies and radiates the skin of inhabitants who are admiring the beauty of nature. The limestone shoreline fights back by pushing the water back out and creating a enormous splash accompanied by the effect of ocean spray. Some people come here to go snorkeling and explore a whole new world underneath the water, while others come to enjoy the scenic views and are accompanied by loved ones to walk down the vast amount of nature trails. However to me, this is a place where I am allowed to ponder and be away from the noisiness of city life. At Blow Rocks Preserve Beach, I walk along the beach and am instanly relieved

Driving in the open country air, where my radio is cranked up as loud as my ears can take it. Bumps from small white rocks hitting against all four black tires, making me rock back and forth, up and down. Feeling that high speed while dust is flying all over. Also drinking a cold ice melted saccharine tea, will give you tooth decay. Transitioning from rock to cement road changes my state of mind from free range to a seriousness since there’s more cars on paved roads.

As I walk the vast stretch of beach my bare feet are mesmerized by the miniscule grains of tan colored rocks. With each step I feel my doubts and worries drift away as if a spirit came down and relieved me of them. I can reach down with my ever wanting hands and scoop up a mountain of sand and watch it in awe, as if I was standing at the base of Mount Everest, waiting in anticipation. I can feel its rough coarse texture on my warm weathered hands as the sand slips through my fingertips. I can see the various sand castles that the kids have made throughout the day. Most of them are simple with maybe one or two cylindrical towers and a shallow moat to keep out the attackers.

The fresh salt smell from the ocean diffuses through the pure thick tropic air. When walking away from the beach you enter an almost mirage sort of eden, Natural Rainforest covers from where the sand meets the soil to far out into the country with every shade of green glowing. The emerald green trees sway calmly from side to side, Soon the sand turns into low laying grass, That tickles between your toes.Huddling into the exuberant verdure the beautiful waterfalls inland are like a sight of the bliss, watching them for hours would not be enough to satiate your desire to feast your eyes on that beauty of incredible merging of colours into a pool of cool crystal clear water. Nature finds a perfect way to collaborate with the buildings that look frozen in time with white and cyan coloured houses on each street, some with a slick of fresh paint and others worn down by time with chips of pain peeling of around the edges, each house with a white picket fence like out of an old film. Night brings a whole new sensory experience, as the tide comes in people leave the beaches and head to the main

On one unfortunate day Simon realized not everything is as good as it seems. Like those days someone is aloud to miss school, but when someone does there are six fights, Tupac comes back, class went out and got ice-cream, and Beyonce had a concert in the cafeteria. Now it’s time for me to tell everyone Simon’s unfortunate experience.

In my new pajamas I wake, eager to give my presents a shake. My toes tingle with excitement and cold; my enthusiasm cannot be controlled. I sprint up the stairs into the living room hoping that my family will awake soon.

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.