The cold water seeps through the tough outside of my dive booties and surrounds my feet. Looking around, I crunch up the beach, the kayak handle pressed into my palm and curled fingers. Kayak scraping, I pull it up the beach onto the wet, rocky, sandy, shelly, earth. Stepping from the newly beached kayak, I turn my gaze slowly drifting to my brother, who I see is doing the same as I had. Pulling his kayak from the water. Past my brother, my eyes find the catamaran. Floating in the glassy water of Alaska. The waterfalls loom behind it, crying icy water of freshly melted snow. Turning back to the beach, I walk forward my boots crunching the untouched beach, covered in empty shells. Rivers and tide pools teem with life. Hermit crabs scuttle. Little fish swim in and out of sight. Snails inch along rocks. Salmon jump inland on the rivers. Alaska is full of life. Bears, fish, seals, salmon, snails, fish, crabs, jellies, whales. We saw them all. My brother steps beside me, also gazing around, exploring with his eyes. “Come on. Lets check it out.” I suggest, breaking into a saunter forward. My brother and I span the beach, occasionally stooping down to pick up a shell, or cradle a crab. The clams, from deep in the sand, squirt us as we walk about. I stand up from gazing into the river. My eyes catch a slight flash of movement 50 feet up the beach. I stare intently, squinting at the grass. A huge boulder loomed near the treeline. I take a step closer before the “boulder” decided to move. Curiosity and fear lashes through me like a knife. “What the…” I mutter to myself as my brother turns from the river to look at me. The shape moves again. Not a …show more content…
He turns to gaze back towards the tall grass where I had seen the black bear. The grass on the small Alaskan Island sways. All the birds cease to chirp. They know the bear is here. “Ok, Aiden slowly walk back to the kayaks and let’s head back to the
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
I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
The water was calm, like the morning; both were starting to get ready for the day ahead. The silent water signals that although rough times occurred previously, the new day was a new start for the world. As I went closer to the water, I heard the subtle lapping of the water against the small rocks on the shore. Every sign of nature signals a change in life; no matter how slight, a change is significant. We can learn a lot from nature: whatever happens in the natural world, change comes and starts a new occurrence. I gazed over the water to where the sky met the sea. The body of water seemed to be endless under the clear blue sky. The scope of nature shows endless possibilities. Nature impresses us with the brilliant colors of the sky, the leaves, the water. She keeps us all in our places and warns us when we are careless with her. After all the leaves have fallen from the trees, she will offer us the first snows of the year to coat the earth with a tranquil covering. That will only be after we have recognized the lessons of autumn, the gradual change from warm to cold, rain to snow, summer to winter.
I couldn’t think of anything else to do, the current pulled me farther and farther into the ocean. I didn’t think I would ever get back to shore. Regretting every going paddle boarding, tears stung my eyes as I continued to lose my rhythm of breathing. I could barely hang onto my board.
Within ten minutes, the three of us were making our way across the uneven blood stained boards of the fishing pier. I must say, I had an uneasy feeling when we finally arrived at the end of the pier. From the shore the pier seemed short, but in reality the wooden planks carried us out into the ocean approximately the length of a football field. To make matters worse, when I looked down over the shaky, wooden, guardrail I realized if I fell in, I would be gone forever. Oh well, I was here to fish and that is just what I was going to do. After all, I knew how to fish; I have caught plenty of fish in my day.
It was early morning when me and Santiago walked down to the beach. He had woken me up a little time before. The day before I told Santiago that I wished I could go with him. But he told me to go with the lucky boats. He hadn't caught a fish in forty some days. I wanted to go but my father had forbid it. On the way down to the beach he told me that he was going far out to sea. I had always helped him carry his rigging or harpoon. Just like this morning. I was confident in him and that he could handle any fish or the sea.
The white loose sand shifted easily under my feet as I skipped to the water's edge. The transparent blue water allowed the sunlight to dance and sway throughout the water column. As I stepped into the surf, a sense of euphoria washed over me and any stress I harbored disappeared in that second. I walked further out to the reef and caught a glimpse of the underwater world that enticed me to dive down for a closer view. Once I equipped my snorkel and dipped below the water's surface, I uncovered an incredible sight.
There were deafening sounds across each ends of the vessel and intense voices coming from a masculine perspective. I perceived that the mammoth like figures were looting pirates. There were numerous accounts of pirates raiding ships across the Cemetery Ocean. Since I was a child, myths began to emerge about these wild figures and their death penalties. Promptly, I glimpsed around myself to see if I could locate objects for defense.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
His heart raced, his chest ached, he was coughing up the acrid salty water. He moved on hands and feet until his fingers crunched into drier sand. He looked up just in time to see something glint in the moonlight. It streaked towards him.
I turn slowly my heart beating out of my chest, nothing was there. I heard it again, but in a different direction, but closer now. I make the decision to run, to run away from the noise as fast as I could, my legs feeling like they could go at any moment. I turn frantically hoping that whatever I heard was an animal, but it isn’t. I see this suspicious character holding something in his right hand.
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.
I am close to the woods now even blind folded I would be able to tell. The ground much softer and cooler beneath me, almost wet. I can smell the soil. Just ahead I can see the garage, but I notice I can no longer hear them. “Heidi” I scream.
I slowly start to make my way around the lagoon. The salt water fish swimming around in the moonlight are so graceful, swimming in their schools not letting me and Beau interrupt them. I dive down deeper to the bottom of the pool and i see the smaller creatures on the bottom such as starfish,shrimp ,and snails. I then look up and see a huge stingray majestically flip its fins and makes its way over me. Stingrays are definitely my favorite animal, they are so beautiful yet so dangerous.