Beach Descriptive Essay

In the beautiful blue water I grab the rope and swim to the end of it. Then, the boat starts to move so I pull myself up. Now, I was standing on the Wakeboard gliding across the water. Then suddenly there were waves right in front of us, and we were headed straight for them and I said to myself, “ oh crap”. I still was standing when the waves crashed into my board, but the last wave turned my board sideways and my face hit the water very hard and my face felt like it was split apart, and my family said it looked like

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

There I was in a foreign land, lodged in the seats of the cramped van as I pondered thoughts of my future. I was an eighth grader about to enter the arduous experience and intimidating environment of high school. I perceived visions of me struggling through the drudgery of work as well as events where I was given laudations for my witty ideas and prestigious accomplishments. Mixed emotions drowned my brain into a swamp of careless stress, but these were flushed as the abrupt stop of the car brought me out of my daydream. That day was a day I would remember forever, but I was just a child, unknown about what I was going to see.

I was on a ship fishing on the coast of Greece and just before sunrise there was a violent shake in the water that almost filliped the boat over, I soon realized that it was an earthquake. me and other workers ran down to the hull of the boat. I could start to fill the boat lean towards its nose and herd lighting outside of the hull. I quickly ran to the back of the boat and wrapped my arm around a pipe, the boat start to tip more and more to the point where the boat flipped over. I could not keep my grip and I fell on the roof of the boat. I landed on my shoulder hard on the wood. The boat then started to feel airborne. Then I knew for certain than we were in a tsunami. The boat started to make a crackling noise then the wood started to cave in on itself. The boat started to implode on itself and water started to leek in the boat. I started to craw away from the side of the boat that the sea water was coming in at. The water started to fill the bout up fast, men were pleading for oxygen and help. Before I knew it I was swimming in the water that flooded in the boat, I took one huge gasp of air and went under the

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

"So there you have it…" Arnold took deep breath as he finally finished his story. He leaned back against his chair and waiting for Gerald reaction.

I never could have thought in a million years something this petrifying could happen to me. My favorite place in the whole world, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, turned into one full of sorrow. As I dove to catch the fluorescent green tennis ball, hot white sand flew up onto my body. My dad, wearing his favorite floral swim trunks, responded with a typical, “Nice catch, Zako!” I began to lift myself off the beach floor and dust off the sand, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar floating in the elusive blue water. The object appeared to be a body. In a split second I realized what I was fixed upon. “Wait, it’s Grandpap!,” I shouted. The words fell out of my mouth in slow motion. That split second I first saw him felt like an eternity.

“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 was didn’t feel like I should fall into the salty waters of the waves. After, some time my older sister who was much apparently stronger than me, pushed my in from the side the beach. Terrified I tried to run out until a small star like rough creature was noticed on my foot from deep below the waters surface. Grasping out I grabbed the small creature out from the water and onto my hand. I had noticed that he was curled as to give my open and much larger hand, a hug. After, realizing he meant no harm I began to put him back in the water, back to his home along with all the other creatures of the deep blue sea. Then, as I took at the small star fly into the water I look out as seen the beautiful waves of blue and white coming towards me with an accompaniment of fresh salt water air. The air pushing back my black and brunette hair as I stand confidently waiting for the gust of water to hit my knees almost as hard as my mother hit mine on the plane. After, a while we had to leave due to the tide was hitting to hard against time current from a near by storm coming

The beach chairs around me wait slowly to get filled up. Rubbing on the wonderful tanning oil that smells like the coffee beans my mom uses in the mornings for her coffee. There is sand everywhere, in my toes, on the towels, and on my skin. I run into the water to rinse off, as I get the water gets in my mouth, and it's almost as if i took a tall glass of water and added a jar full of seas salt to the water. I get back out of the water and the sand on the bottom of my feet feels like with every step I take the sand is moulding my foot. I get back to my beach chair and lay back down. The sun is out and beating on me like I am in a tanning bed with the lights, and the lights are just on me. The sky was so blue its almost as if someone had painted

At the same time, the people on the other island are coming over to the beach island on a raft they had built. Jed is looking after the sick people in the camp, and Rich has to watch what's going on with the rafters. So, from now on, he's out alone all day, smoking grass and talking to his imaginary friend mister Duck.

On Saturday, March 19th, 2016 I faced a terribly hard challenge. It was a warm and sunny spring day when the tragedy occurred. My family and I traveled across five states and drove in a car for fourteen hours straight to arrive in Destin, Florida. When we arrived we settled into our condo and then headed into town to sightsee. We hadn’t known that we were just a quarter mile away from the ocean prior to our stay. The first time I laid eyes on the ocean I felt as though I was in paradise. The waves were very subtle and calming. I thought that the sound of the wind and the waves washing onto shore was an open invitation for me to join in on the fun! little did I know at the time the waves did not like me.

I stayed, unmoving, under my towel, trying to avoid getting dust and sand in my eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, the gusting winds died down, only to be replaced with chilling rain falling like knives. As we drifted farther off shore, the waves only grew. The previously peaceful waves slammed into the side of our boat, crashing over us. Drenched, the towel did little to keep me dry from the rain and stormy seas. After several failed attempts to start the boat, the visibility began to gradually increase. We attempted to signal a boat on the shore, with an air horn and strobe light, to no avail. By now, dusk was falling and we were getting

I began walking towards the beach and I stopped at the edge of the beach where I decided to put my toes in the water. As soon as my toes in the water I got this light shiver in my body, where I felt like it touched my soul. I could feel softness when the water covers my leg. At this time, I could remember the time when I used to play with sand and water. I decide to come close to the beach and I could hear fishes screaming frightened of their preys that is looking to eat them. These birds have been trying to find their lunch as they are hungry for it. I can see the dolphins jumping around with a smile on their life. It feels like they having the best time of their life, as

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.