After driving back and forth from the base to our hotel on the hand-me down school bus, we were all finally glad to hear the words,” Alright! Beach time!”. It was the finest thing we'd heard since,” We’re here.” The excitement radiating from the bus of confidence of our armed exhibition team, who got 8th place. The bus’s wheels whined when it pulled into the worn, sand covered lot.
The Commanding Officer or CO began briefing us about the tides and the undertow that was out from the shore. The doors creaked open and the ladies filed out, then the guys poured out after. You could shut your eyes and still know you were at the beach, from the salty taste it left in your mouth, and the silky lining of sand on the bottom of your feet. The sand leading towards the water was a velvet red carpet. The fresh air rolling from the waves over the beach, as it mixes with the city smell coming from the neighborhoods, combines to a mentally calming place to be. We all darted down to the sun baked sand and hopped into the pleasant waters of Florida. Of course with any other vacation to the beach, there was splashing and dunking.
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A circle began to form as we were playing. Myself, Colton, Lisa, Jacob, and Tori, were the main group of people I stuck with. When Colton threw it a little too hard and the frisbee went into the water, I rushed over to get it. Flinging it back in the mass, it shot a barrage of water like a devastating tornado. We proceeded to dampen it so it would create intriguing spiral formations. Colton threw it one last time, and once again, it plopped in the water. This time wasn't so fortunate, no one could snag it before a surge took it. With that event ending I found my way to the soft sound of crashing waves. You could hear the ebb and flow of the waves as one came in, another left. The sound would get faster and harder, then crash into the shore,
As my family and I sped along the coast, the sour smell of sulfur vents and sea salt pungently gusted through my nostrils. My clothes were damp from the constant spray of seawater. My sense of balance was overcome by the sequential hop from wave to wave and – combined with the
As I stood with my peachy pink toes in the gritty sand, I watched as the salty water rushed over my feet. The white waves covered my feet completely and I let them submerge deeper into the wet sand. Looking out toward the horizon, my chest rose as humid air filled my lungs to spread warmth throughout the rest of my body. Finally letting my thoughts come to a slow stop; I relaxed for the first time in a long time. “Don’t wait up for me!” My grandpa yelled from the top of overpass. We had established a tradition of body surfing where he had always held the number one spot as the winner, no matter who actually won the race. I dove head first into the water and headed out toward the sand bank to catch some waves. Tossing my clumpy hair over my shoulder, I continued to dig my toes deeper into the snug sand. Pieces of grains settled between my feet to complete my feeling of paradise.
We eventually make it to the beach and it was beautiful out! The first step onto the sand burns our feet and we all race to the water. The wind floats through our hair and the water splashes on our feet. Everybody sets up their chairs and plops down to just relax and look at the stunning ocean, when it starts raining cats and dogs.
The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
There I stand on the Atlantic Ocean beach in Daytona, Florida. It’s 7:49 A.M, June 28, 2015. I feel my size ten feet sink into the frosty sand. With my board in my left arm, and sand covering my body, I seize my direction towards the blue ocean. As I halt at the base of the monumental ocean, I gaze in both directions, not a life in sight. I feel at peace, solitude, in my own meager world. As the crisp ocean mist wipes my sand replete face, I bounce into the ocean with my board under my body, cruising into the profound blue sea.
I gingerly stepped on to the ship, as it wobbled side-to-side; slightly fearful of the soft blue sheet beneath me stretching to the horizon, undulating like the heaving breast of a runner having completed a race. At nineteen years old, some may think it is juvenile to fear the ocean, but not to me. I mean, how could someone look at the rising tides; getting closer each time, as if impending doom, and not get even the slightest chills of fear? And living above those rising tides for seven whole days? My stomach leaped forward. I heard my friends stepping on behind me: laughing and bickering playfully, and could slowly feel the fear begin to dissipate as excitement for the upcoming voyage took over my senses. It only grew as I glanced around. The inside of the cruise ship strangely but incredibly resembled a mixture of the buzzing and stimulating surroundings of Las Vegas, and the posh and classy atmosphere of Beverly Hills; which happened to be two of my favorite places; living in the States as we did. There were large branded stores, casinos, restaurants with worldwide cuisines, a games arcade; where I just knew the guys would
I woke up that morning and was a little excited, but didn’t realize I was shaking, no trembling with fear. Fear that I wouldn’t pass the Beach Patrol test. I had been working hard for the past two months running swimming and the occasional row here and there. I packed an old worn beach towel, you know the one towel that looks like it probably should be thrown out, spare shorts, my favorite pair, ones that fit me just right, and slick dark SPF goggles in my bag, you know the expensive ones that cost like 50 dollars. I didn’t want to bring ones that would fog up or fall off my face this is the Northern Atlantic Ocean we are talking about here, not some stupid little pool we are talking about. Plus it’s June that water is going to be COLD, just
Seaside Serenity I remember as I first arrived at the beach, smelling the salty ocean air filling my lungs. I take a deep breath to savor the smell. I smell the aroma of sunscreen as it protects my skin against the sun’s warm embrace. The unmistakable smell of salt and fresh air is La Jolla Beach. My safe space, my sanctuary, my heaven.
The team from Nut Island had the potential to accomplish great things. They were a very cohesive team. Cohesiveness relates to the degree to which members are attracted to and motivated to remain part of that team. A cohesive group member values his or her membership and strives to maintain a positive relationship within the group. Every person working at Nut Island wanted to be there and would not let anything get in the way of their team.
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.
A beach vacation, can you imagine! The hot sun, the fresh, clear blue water, and stepping onto the burning hot sand. Sounds like a great way to spend your summer, doesn’t it? Out of the whole week being spent in Clearwater Beach, Florida, my best experience was the day we were at the beach all morning and later that evening went dolphin sight-seeing on a cute decorative boat. Get ready to get splash, rocked by a boat and step onto the hot golden sand of one of Florida’s hot South shore beaches.
After the smooth boat ride, we finally got to see the beach for all its beauty. The sun was perfect and as expected, it was practically quiet. For the entire stretch of beach, there were only a few people swimming .
All I could feel was rugged sand all over my body and in my mouth. Land, we had washed ashore! Then I remembered fully what had happened last night. I began to look for Tom. "Tom, Tom, Where are you!!" There was no sign of him anywhere. Then I saw the footprints in the sand.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.
It has been a little over a month since we have visited Venice. I absolutely love it here. The hotel where my family is staying overlooks the sea, where I spend most of my time playing in the water with friends. The cool water is a satisfying way to refresh after a long hot day of walking through the city. There are many people who go to the beach, but recently I have noticed a man who is always there when I am. I try not to overthink the situation, but every time I notice him, he is starting at me. I have not told anyone, nor have I been too worried about it because Venice is a big city and many tourists come here to relax and vacation at the beach, but his stare is intriguing to me. When our eyes meet and I feel that he wants to tell me something; however, he does not move. He just sits there staring and before I can approach him, I hear