descriptive beach essay

Mother's Beach holds a dear place in my heart. It is 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

loudly oblivious teens; and that one guy with THAT sense of humor who can’t stop laughing about the “stone fleet”. This is just the tip of the iceberg of experiences available at Cape May’s Beach. Though there are, as I mentioned, numerous loud and social options to pursue, ignore, or be annoyed by at this beach, for the average person walking up and down its shores and enjoy. There is one or two rather small, but nice diners at the untampered area they call a parking lot. There’s plenty of live flora

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina attracts about 14 million visitors per year because of its warm weather, beaches, and activities. During the summer of 2015, my brother, Ryan and I traveled to Fayetteville, North Carolina to visit my cousin, Julian, aunt, Heather, and uncle, Rich. As they have a condo in Myrtle Beach, Heather wanted to take us there. Julian was going to go along too, but Rich had to work at his dental office so he couldn’t make it. After spending about three days in Fayetteville, it

you wanna know where we are going on vacation?” my dad asked, thinking I was going to jump out of my seat. “Yeah, where?” I answered anxiously. “Do you wanna take a guess?” he questioned. “Uh,”I replied, “Arizona?” “Nope.” “Then where?” “Myrtle Beach!” Months later, we arrived at the airport at around 11:30am on Sunday, and our flight was supposed to take off at 2pm. But we were told that there was a fifteen minute delay and we weren 't too bothered. Fifteen minutes later, they pushed the flight

Labor day weekend at the beach, families and all of their belongings gather here for the long weekend. It is 1:32pm on Saturday, it is not cloudy but clouds are present. The sun is warm and intensely strong, but there is a pleasant breeze keeping the sun from growing too unbearably hot. The waves are at most 3 feet tall and the ocean water is generally flat. The sand is littered with beach debris such as brown dried seaweed and various forms of trash. No large pieces of trash are apparent though

2017 My Hawaiian Beach Day As I stepped onto the fiery sand of Ko’Olina Beach, I couldn’t help but look around and take in all the beautiful scenery. The exquisite green-blue water was the clearest and most elegant I’d seen. I couldn’t believe I was actually here for the first time, and I was ten years old. My whole family-Mom, Dad, Caleb, Luke, Simon, and I were there. As soon as we got to the beach, we set up our area by the water. Our Marriott hotel was right behind the beach, so it was very convenient

A dark lane, dark towers and a pitch gloomy sun passed by me as I followed my path beneath a cloak of darkness. As I walked down Grey Street, I outstretched for that recognisable wall but didn’t find anything to guide me further. Through walls, through windows, perhaps right beside me I was exposed to expressions reverberating in puzzlement. As I carefully strolled down the lane, I know you sympathised me. Your glorious gift allowed me to see the elegant and vibrant horizon, disperse into a brilliant

After lazily waking up, my family and I head to the beach to enjoy the brisk day. It’s only around seventy-five degrees, but that doesn’t falter our excitement for the beach. The sun shines through the clouds as we head down to pick a spot. The waves are calm and inviting as we lay our stuff down. The wind is moving through the beachgrass like a quiet whisper. The seagulls caw, and attempt to steal the snacks we brought. There’s some kids playing in the water, but more are playing in the sand since

Josie calls over. “Come on Peyton!. You're taking forever!” She yells in groaning voice. I’m guessing she was excited to look for sand dollars and other stuff like that, but she completely ruined my moment… my beautiful beach moment, and who knows the next time I go to the beach. She turns around and dives through the waves to get to the first sandbank, I then follow her in, jumping over waves, well at least trying to jump over the waves. “Coming just hold o…” I say right as a wave pushes me

force as that of god's fighting for the fate of the Universe. I squint into the distance of the progressing whitecaps and I come upon a floating yacht with a dozen partying teenagers aboard the ship. Focusing my attention to the beach, I observe middle-aged adults resting on beach towels, kids making sandcastles or frolicking within the ocean, and young couples holding hands while walking along the shoreline. I shut my eyes and absorb all of my surroundings and run my fingers slowly and carefreely through