Descriptive Essay On A Day At The Beach

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by dunes, hadn't heated up from the sun, so the sand had a soothing feeling of cool sand between each toe. Upon reaching the shore, we noticed that not many beachgoers had set up their

The sunrise on the beach at Cocoa Beach, Florida, creates a bundle of emotions in me. My alarm goes off at 5 in the morning, but it’s still dark out like it’s midnight. There’s no noise, the town is sleeping. My dad and I leave my grandma’s African themed trailer without a sound. Riding in the car in our pajamas, we pull into a 7-Eleven gas station. The gas station is old, but is filled with positive energy. The sidewalks are cracked and the doors are rusted, but it feels like home because of how frequently we’ve used it. We purchase two small cappuccinos and head back for the car. We pull into the parking lot that’s dusted with sand from people the day before running back and forth from the shore to their cars. Still in silence, we walk down the wooden ramp that’s sun damaged. Once we’re at the end, we slide off our shoes. The sun is not yet visible, but the birds are coming out.

The waves form and break in front of me, the sound of them crashing lingers in my ears . Sitting here at the beach, I feel as if the world was still and I was the only one who existed. My toes dig into the warm, golden sand and the pleasure sweeps over me. The slight breeze is twisting my hair into knots but I don’t care. Without a breeze, the beach wouldn’t be the beach. All I hear is the roaring waves crashing in front of me and the smell of salt and sand in the air. My feet hit the icy water and I know in an instant that the waves would be great but something felt off and peculiar. I jump on my board and dive under a wave. Hearing the stillness underneath the surface was always a comfort for me. Today, though, after all my end of year exams, it feels like a comfort place forever. My arms, pushing through the water, I reach the waiting zone. The roar of the waves is now behind me and the stillness of the water settles beneath me. I watch the waves form, watching other surfers take the waves and enjoy the ride to shore. The many memories I’ve made here are ones that I never forget. Beacon's Beach, for me, is one of those places where everything else in your mind disappears and it’s just you and the ocean. The sun's rays gleamed onto my face bringing heat to my skin, or at least the part which wasn’t covered by rubber. I looked down at my board, a 5ft 4in shortboard from Super, it’s blue and green stripes gleaming in the sun. The wax cutting perfectly where my two feet

I sighed as I laid down my bulky big bag that I had packed the night before. Who knew that Florida could be so HOT. I decided to go for a swim right then and there, was that my mom yelling at me. It was,“Charity Berkheimer, if you do not come down here in five minutes we are leaving without you,”no! They can not leave without me. Where are we going anyway, it did not matter then. I just grabbed my blue one piece and dashed out the door.

It was a bright day in Key Largo when I first arrived in Ocean Reef during the summer. Seeing the beige guard gate with green palm trees surrounding it at the entrance of this prestigious club reminded me of all the good times I have had there. My mom swiped our membership card and speeded off into the club with excitement. The car, speeding, turning, and almost crashing had made it to the golf cart rental station in one piece, where we rented a cart. This cart was freedom. Finally, I could embark on my journey and meet up with friends I had not seen in what felt like months. My cart made it to the “Raw Bar,” a restaurant known to all the club members at Ocean Reef. Before I got off my cart, I could already smell the fresh and salty tuna sashimi

A young girl shook nervously at the sight of the wide tides of her family's privately owned ocean side. She herself had lived in this familiar place for over eleven years... Why was she so scared to do this? She sighed underneath her shaky breath and made her way towards the waves, dragging her surfboard closely with her. When she reached the area she was greeted by her father, A strong but yet still a goofy professional surfer. When he saw his daughter has finally pushed back her peers, he smiled and walked towards her. "How ya doin' pumpkin?" she stared at him with glassy eyes before replying."I'm fine, I guess." her voice was dry. The man simply shook his head and bent down towards her. "Amber." He said with a serious tone, "I want you to go out and surf like you mean it... Just

As I walk the vast stretch of beach my bare feet are mesmerized by the miniscule grains of tan colored rocks. With each step I feel my doubts and worries drift away as if a spirit came down and relieved me of them. I can reach down with my ever wanting hands and scoop up a mountain of sand and watch it in awe, as if I was standing at the base of Mount Everest, waiting in anticipation. I can feel its rough coarse texture on my warm weathered hands as the sand slips through my fingertips. I can see the various sand castles that the kids have made throughout the day. Most of them are simple with maybe one or two cylindrical towers and a shallow moat to keep out the attackers.

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

I sat up and stared at the horizon, cherishing the never-ending deep blue water touching the enormous orange ball in the far west.  As the sun was setting, I notice the tiny shadows of the seashells forming and the fast growing waves overcome each seashell with strong force.  When I looked up at the sky, I admired the transformation a fluffy clouds turning into light feather outlines and I watched the screaming seagulls fly across the ocean, in front of the gleaming sun.  The roaring of the waves smashing on the shore was like a warning that if we wanted to stay dry, we had to move away from the shore We did not leave the site of the beach until the purple, orange and yellow sunset hit the horizon.  I felt the warmth of the sun against my skin like a baby blanket straight out of the

Seagulls soared delicately over my head and the race of the waves upon the shore had made it clear that it was the perfect summer day in California. Various kites of contrasting colors and shapes flew overhead as they danced with the wind. In its essence, the exquisite body of the abysmal, salty water glistened to its heart’s content. My mom, my sister, and many of the many friends of my mother’s were enjoying a pleasant stroll in the cool breeze. T-shirts, shorts, sunglasses, and vibrant colored swimming suits were what filled the San Diego beach as a common apparel.

Can’t wait for Florida next week! Bye Harper,” he said as he drove away. Florida, Florida, Florida. Something just didn’t feel the same when she thought about her upcoming trip. That night, she went to bed early. She needed the rest. Her parents agreed that she would need to start going to bed earlier because she probably wouldn’t be getting a lot of sleep on vacation. There it was again. That uncanny feeling she got when she thought about her vacation, was back. She wondered if her dream had anything to do with this feeling. She ignored it anyways. A week passed, and she started to feel better and more excited about Florida. She was sitting next to Lucy on the plane. They pointed out of the window at all of the clouds and watched themselves fly over their home. They laughed and took pictures. It seemed as if Harper had forgotten about the warning. When they landed, they walked around, happy to be in paradise. They drove to their hotel, and hung out. It was the most fun Harper had had in years. There was a big group of them that went. There was Harper, Mary, Lucy, and Dylan. There was also Dylan’s friends, Sam, Liam, and Michael, and a few more of the other girls’ friends, Maya and Courtney. The next day, they hung out at the beach. Harper, Maya, and Lucy were laying out enjoying the heat, while the guys and Mary and Courtney swam in the ocean. A man approached the girls. He had jet black hair, a tropical-patterned shirt, and a great smile. He walked up to the

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

descriptive essay .... I stop, sometimes to smell the salty sea air, but mostly to wait for my parents who plod along behind carrying chairs, coolers, and other beach paraphernalia. ....

The sand was a scorching heat, it burned our feet as we eagerly walked down to the ocean shore. Sea oats (tallgrass important to sand dunes and beach plant life) and tiny red and black ants were seen everywhere, covering the sand until we got closer to the sea. Small pieces of bright seashells were scattered all over the place, cutting and poking our feet as we walked around. Cigarette butts and trash from past visitors littered the beautiful sand. The beach was deep, making our feet sink down with every step. Shoes made walking around the sand hard, as they would just get filled with the white sand and make our feet heavier to lift up from the ground. People were everywhere, their brightly colored umbrellas and towels covering the entirety of the beach, adults and kids alike were rushing out into the waves with colorful surfboards and animal floaties. My purple bag chair was sitting just in the right spot for the waves to flow up to my feet and back down again. After awhile, the sand that's being taken in from the soft waves starts sinking the chair legs down. The chair starts leaning forwards, almost completely knocking me into the wet, sticky sand. Brightly colored Seashells come floating up next to me with the crashing waves, where I am low enough to the ground that I can quickly scoop them up before the ocean takes them away again.

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.