It was the summer of 2015 in July. My family had decided to travel to the golden state of California. We were there for one week and on the second to last day before we had to fly back to the dull, but familiar Spokane Washington, we decided to visit the famous Huntington beach of Orange Country. I had heard of this beach but I had never previously been. People had described it as the most beautiful beach in California, so I was excited to go. I remember that we had rented the most hideous car that I have ever seen. It was a dull green that reminded me of the color of split-pea-soup. It was a minuscule box car that was suppose to seat five people. There are five people in my family and it definitely did not fit five people. Inside it had …show more content…
All I could feel from the back was a whisper of air that had me longing for more. We were all sweating. I could feel the door on my side becoming slick as my arm pressed against it and produced sweat in attempt to cool by body. I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my back and down my forehead into my eyes. It had to be a hundred degrees. What was horrendous was I could feel my brothers sweat trickle onto my skin at the point where our shoulders and arms interconnected. It was disgusting. There was nothing I could do about it at the moment so I tried my hardest to ignore …show more content…
It was heaven, considering I had been burning up for last twenty five minutes. Along with the air, the fragrance of salt water also rushed in and it surrounded me until could not smell anything else. I could hear the powerful waves crashing against the sandy shore. The segals were loud as they circled the beach searching for their lunch. Down on the beach people were chattering and laughing as they conversed. I could make out a few squeals as children would race away from the incoming water in a vain attempt to avoid it. I could hear the tires of the surrounding cars roll over the road and car doors getting slammed shut as excited people exited their
I never predicted this beautiful trip ending up as a nightmare in my existence. I drove for approximately 40 minutes and my partner shared the driving for an additional 40 minutes. We were driving my friend mom’s brand new Toyota Camry XLE; one of the most comfortable cars I had ever been in. We enjoyed the elongated ride with new hit music, and air conditioning set to an exact temperature that met our necessities. On the way to the beach some doubts about going there started to circle around our minds, but the fact that we were about half way there made them a...
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
Changes in Captivity: John Smith’s story of his Powhatan captivity, 1607. Will Armentrout CTCM 2530, Professor Ferdinando 3/25/2024. The first English settlers arrived in the New World in April of 1607 where they established the Jamestown colony which was located in what is now Jamestown, Virginia. John Smith, a president of the governing council of the colony, was an important colonist at this time as he was responsible for mapping out the surrounding territory in Virginia, as well as building relations with neighboring groups such as the Powhatan tribe.
For spring break of 2011, my family decided to go to California on vacation. Matthew served his mission there, and he wanted to show us Southern California. Of course, since the closest we had ever been to a beach was Jefferson Lake in Rigby, the first thing we set out to do upon landing in Los Angeles was locate a beach on the ocean. We parked our rental van at Manhattan Beach and ran to the clear water.
as I gaily walk down the shoreline of the Outer Banks. My all time favorite
it until I was much older. I didn’t really know how I would react to
Peace is found in those who turn to the water for solitude. The line in the distant that never seems to end, filled with orange and pink hues in the early evening, but shining a vibrant blue in the midday. Lots of factors drive people to the water, including Kaito, but his reasoning is different. He could not explain his attraction towards the glimmering water filled with shades of blues and greens and purples, but he could explain his attraction for what lies beneath the surface of the water. There the blues and greens turned to vibrant shades of red, purple, yellows, oranges....
Ever since Sunset Beach has been officially opened to the public, there has been a drastic increase of tourists present. Television programs concluded that at least a thousand people visit the beach everyday. Reasons for their stay are that they feel comfortable with the environment that surrounds the beach front, people who are at the beach are joyous and numerous activities to enjoy, and the fresh scent of the sparkly waters, make the visitors feel calm and pleasurable. So I decided to take a trip there.
A cloudless starry night from the view of a fishing boat anchored in the middle of a small lake. The moon reflects back off the waters glass like cover occasionally wrinkling with the silent night’s breezes. The buzz of the crickets and night insects from the shoreline dull the frog’s croaks in the dark summer’s air. Two older men sit back and watch light up bobbers drifting in the near distance as fish hungrily pop bugs off the water’s smooth surface from all around. The man in the driver’s seat of the boat looks like he worked in the sun most of his life.
I was walking along a deserted beach, there was no one in sight. I could feel the wet sand squish between my toes. I could hear the waves roll up the shore, and the smell of salt from the ocean filled the air. I looked up to see the sky covered in gloomy clouds; it looked like it was about to rain. I got an eerie feeling, like something bad would happen, but I ignored it.
The beach was always such a peaceful place. Between the sand, the sun, and the waves, Mallon was lost in the overwhelming harmony she felt here. It was a rare pleasure, since her father toured around the world and didn't let his growing daughter sit and smell the salty air. Of course, she couldn't sit still for long. Her hands began to shake, the toes to wiggle, and eventually she stood in the sand, brushed off her flowery dress, and started hunting for the elegant white shells that were obscured beneath the shifting ground.
Over the past couple days I had participated in observing activities and social outings at the beach Fletcher Cove, in Solana Beach. During my experience a lot had happened that I had never noticed before. Before starting my research, I had an idea to leave my phone locked in my car so I would not have any distractions so I could maximize the potential for this new understanding. Spending 40 minutes at the beach for 3 days straight you start to realize things you have not payed attention to in the past.
As if sailing across the ocean wasn't gorgeous enough, it got 10 times better once we arrived to this island. The water was crystal blue, and I could see my pink pedicure on the bottom of the ocean even if my feet were 6 feet deep. We booked an excursion to swim with stingrays, and spend the rest of the day on the beach. Swimming with stingrays was something that I never wanted to do, but ended up being an experience I'll never forget. Stingrays feel like sandpaper on the top and a baby's bottom underneath. The amount of fear that was racing through my entire body was indescribable, along with the adrenaline going through my veins. The time that we spent on the beach was spent in the water, and being amazed by the large Iguanas prowling around us. The reefs in the ocean made this beach the most gorgeous view I have ever laid my eyes
Over the summer of 2015 a group of girls from my church and I went on our annual beach campout for the weekend. On the drive there we laughed and sang to the radio. When we got there were sluggishly set up our tents and the campsite. My best friend Elle and I put on our raincoats and grabbed an umbrella before we headed down to the beach. The cloudy sky and mist filled air didn’t make the best background for all of the pictures she was taking.
I got up and moved, naked, to the front of the van to roll down the windows; the dankness of the vehicle was enough to make me gag.