Descriptive Essay : A Trip To The Beach

Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.

I feel the gentle hot sand beneath my bare feet the tips of shells peek from the holes in the sand. The ocean….. I look over to see Allie sitting in her purple beach chair and i began to walk over across the sand. I haven't been to Willow cove beach since I was 3 when my mom was drinking all night at the beach bar and left me until someone called the cops at 2 in the morning to pick me up. So now I usually go surfing at Clearwater beach instead.

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 things to see along the endless sandy beach of Lincoln City. Such calmness fills you up, yet there is a lot that takes place at this resting-place. The salty air that fills your lungs, as you breath the clean air. It is more than just a stroll. It is the time of enjoying the wonderful creations that are present here on earth. As I kick the sand here and there, the moistness gives a trickling feeling down my spine and throughout my body, yet I still feel a sort of warmth inside of me. Each tide comes and goes washing up against my bare feet. The salty sting of the ocean reminds me of its strength. Wave after wave, towering over and over again, and again. The blue emerald liquid water with a foamy top, gets sent back and forth along the

The beach in Wildwood is nothing short of paradise. Placed among a bright blue sky with wispy white clouds, the sun lights up and warms everything. Seagulls soar in the air, cawing every so often. Light winds carry the scent of saltwater, earth, and sunscreen. Silty, off-white sand stretches on for miles in either direction, dotted by people. Tanners lie on bright beach towels. Children run, laugh, build sandcastles, and dig moats along the shore. Families and friends gather under multicolored umbrellas on folding chairs. Conversations mix with the sound of the ocean. The cool water creates an endless blue pool, speckled with people. White tips among the sea mark the crest of waves. They curl over and crash onto the shore, sounding like a million

Walking my way to closer and closer to the sand anyone could see how amazing the beaches in Dominican Republic were. The waves were crashing against one side of the shore while the other side was suspiciously calm. The sun was setting and people are laughing and showing their utmost enjoyment under the golden rays of the sunset. The feeling of grainy sand squishing slowly through my toes as I calmly stroll down the shoreline of the beach. In the distance, holes and small mountains of sand and small pieces of debris soon to be soaked and taken in by the sea, slowly sliding its way further through the sand and out to the ocean. Walking on a land of rusty gold, the sand was so soft and smooth, glistened as it reflected the sun’s rays. Cool, light,

One can agree that during the day, the beach can be a noisy place: music, kids, and talkative individuals can all make a difference in the pleasantness of your beach day. During the day in the Bahamas it is quite loud due to the numerous tourists in the area who want to party and have a good time, but at dusk, it stops. Little by little the beach gets less populated with clamorous people and feels more like your own oasis. You begin to hone in on the sounds: the rave music is now more calming; it is maybe playing reggae or something else soothing. The seagulls seem to chirp less, and you are suddenly all alone. As you walk down the beach waiting for the sun to set you feel the softness of the sand, and look back to see how your feet have been molded to become one with the beach. When the sun sets and the sky radiates comforting colors, you begin to feel different: the beach resonates the warmth of the sky through your feet, up into your heart. You look around and see the landscape of the beach has been made lively by the colors of the sky. The rocks blush from the sky’s red tint, and the palm trees look to be slow dancing in the warming breeze. Your body is captured by good feelings and is hypnotized by the sunset’s effect on this beach. There is still one last element to the whole picture

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. I find that my imagination wanders off on its own and takes trips to the ocean without me so I figured my body had some catching up to do. With a snap of my fingers and a short ride through the canyon I found myself at my childhood playground, Zuma Beach. Without hesitation I laid my towel down upon the tiny grains and chips of rocks that the oceans might has turned into sand over the years. I took a moment to put my life on hold and gaze at what nature had to offer to me. I reflected upon all of the other places I could have been instead of standing with my toes curling in the warm sandy beach and smiled in appreciation of my situation.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. This day happened on my spring break, in the beginning of April, my senior year. As I walked upon the beach the salty, floating breeze of Panama City was enough to make my knees go weak. I looked into the clear blue sky and saw the perfection of life. I took a moment to think about what nature has offered to me. Everything on this beach has its own unique feature and it has its own way of making you feel calm and relaxed.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. This day happened on my spring break, in the beginning of April, my senior year. As I walked upon the beach the salty, floating breeze of Panama City was enough to make my knees go weak. I looked into the clear blue sky and saw the perfection of life. I took a moment to gaze about what nature has offered to me. Everything on this beach has its own unique feel and it has its own way of making you feel calm and relaxed.

“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 breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

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.

My parents and I happily trudged out of our chilled condo room, weighed down by various beach supplies. We made our way to the elevator, slowly but surely exiting the maze we call our condo hallways. As we glided down, floor after floor, we finally reached the parking garage. We stepped out of the elevator feeling a mix of humidity and heat immediately cling to our tan bodies. We exited the garage to find a beautiful scene. Birds were flying overhead as there were sun rays beating down against white, hot sand. We crossed the bridge that held shoes and scattered shells. After we did so, we pressed our feet against the white sand that belonged to Destin, Florida. The sight was even more alluring than I had ever imagined.

I didn’t allow myself to think about anything at that moment. I just focused on my breathing, which seemed to be amplified in sound, as we slipped into the ocean’s cold abyss. I remember telling myself, “I can’t believe this is happening! This can’t be real!” Hearing the sound of the sea water rippling past my ear, as Chad and I approached Coral Garden, confirmed how very real it was. In the distance, I saw a spectrum of soft, inviting, colors of the secluded coral reef. Hues of peach, yellow, and rosewood coral looked like little castles built upon the sand in all shapes and sizes scattered throughout the ocean’s floor. As we got closer, I saw various schools of colored herbivore fishes greet one another as they fed among an antler coral, and the warm embracing rays of the sun tickled my body as I moved across the water, slightly beneath the surface of the calming ocean.