Essay on Zuma 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

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.

I could hear laughter from meters away near the turquoise waters. They were children building sand castles and playing in the cool, refreshing water, while the parents relaxed in the sun. The ocean flickered beneath the sunlight, which was sparkling insensately on the rippling waves. As the blue waves crashed against the black lava rock, the water thrusted into the air, spraying a rainbow of mist everywhere. The waves gently crashed along the shore and pulled themselves closer and closer as if they were beckoning me to join them. I went into the crystal water and acceded to the

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

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

one edge of the island to the other edge. Not a very big island. Soon, we had enough of the hammock and we decided to enjoy the wonderful Bahamas sun and warm, perfect weather that didn’t involve rain or snow. We set out across the rocky sand to find a beach. As we followed the cement sidewalk, we came to a beach with tiny, tiny white sand granules, and not a rock in sight. We picked a spot in the sand, lathered on the oil, and “baked”. After about an hour of the hot, hot, sun, we took a dip in the seventy degree, clear, clean, blue water. Not a wave in sight and nothing to complain about. As we enjoyed the water that was only four feet deep all the way to the other side of the one hundred yard bay, we say many seashells beneath our feet and decided that these would make great souvenirs. We picked up a couple white, cream, and brown seashells and headed back up the sandy beach to our towels where we were going to “flip” and take in some more glorious sunshine. Two hours later, we decided that we were hungry, so we packed up our beach gear and headed back up the cement sidewalk to the big brown pavilion where the food was to be served.

Ocean water mist kissed my face gently as I walked along the shore of Isle de Padre in Seal Beach, California. Soft and grainy sand slipped between my toes, which was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. The sun wasn’t shining and the wind began to pick up, causing my braids to whip around my face in a frenzied manner. I loved it. In the spring of my thirteenth year, I made I trip I will never forget. This trip made me feel alive, and as long as I live, I will always associate Isle de Padre with life.

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.

“Whoever is last to the beach is getting thrown in the water” my sister hollered as the cab door opened.  My friends and I all glanced at each other and sprinted out of the car because the last thing we wanted to do is get wet and stay like that for the next 5 hours or so of the day.  Even before my feet touched the sand, I can see the tan coarse blanket that runs along the silky blue ocean.  With every breath that I inhale, I smell the salt and as I get close and closer to the beach I feel the warm breeze.  As soon as I touched the sand, my feet sank in it, and all the little grains of sand went through my toes, forming a perfect mold. With every step I took, I also felt something sharp poking my bare feet.  When I looked down I saw a spiral, miniature seashell that was pointing its rough edges to the surface of the sand.  The closer I looked, I saw more clusters of tiny seashells, all different types of shapes and vibrant colors. I tip toed forward to the ocean and picked up some of the seashells along the way.  They felt rough like sand paper from one side, but silky smooth from the

I closed my eyes for a moment, not wanting to look down. Ironically, I was afraid of heights, but not this time. This time, I’d make it to the other end, not caring about what else could happen. As my eyelids opened, I slowly met my eyes with the colossal body of water. I could scarcely hear the sound of the crashing waves, muted by the bustling traffic and yelling across

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 80,000 cubic meters of sand has been imported to replace sand lost through erosion from heavy rainfall, sea swells, wind and tropical storms.

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.

We unloaded the truck and went down to the beach. I was in my paradise. The salty air and dazzling water could make all of my problems disappear. Not long after being on the beach, my mother and my two cousins ,Caden and Emma, had decided to swim to a sandbar. The sandbar was close, but the water was a bit rough. I didn’t really think anything about it other than to watch my youngest cousin, Emma. Eventually the water would be around seven feet deep, so my mother held Emma and I swam close to Caden. The waves had grown higher and the undertow was strong. I could no longer reach the bottom of the ocean. We were good swimmers , so I didn’t worry much. Then I heard something that would change my life and make me reach potential I didn't know I had.

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.

When you think of vacations, what comes in mind, apart from beaches? It doesn’t matter because beaches are the best spots for vacations anyway. There are more than one reason behind it - the sound of waves, the splash of water against your body, the feel of sand rubbing against you and the warmth of the Sun - all of them conspire together to make you fall in love with beaches. And nothing gets better than the Caribbean. Dubbed as the spot where modern world meets nature, Caribbean islands have been a great tourist spot for decades now, thanks to its beautiful beaches. Among the numerous island and multitudes of beaches, it has always been hard to find the perfect vacation spot. S to help you out, we have found the best places in the Caribbean that you MUST visit: