Over the summer of 2015 a group of girls from my church and I went on our annual beach campout for the weekend. On the drive there we laughed and sang to the radio. When we got there were sluggishly set up our tents and the campsite. My best friend Elle and I put on our raincoats and grabbed an umbrella before we headed down to the beach. The cloudy sky and mist filled air didn’t make the best background for all of the pictures she was taking. I was cold and had tangled and wet hair, but somehow the younger girls managed to continue entertaining themselves. After some prodding we all headed back to camp. “I just hope it’s sunny and warm tomorrow,” I heard one of the younger girls mumble under her breath, “this won’t be any fun in the rain tomorrow.” …show more content…
I saw the bottle of sunscreen in my bag and remembered my mom saying “Remember to wear sunscreen!” I was surprised that it was warm, but I couldn’t see the sun behind all of the clouds. The girls were skipping down to the water without me, so I decided that I would be perfectly fine without wearing sunscreen. I threw in my bright blue swimsuit and joined the girls in the icy cold water. We all played until we couldn’t feel our toes anymore. I then laid my towel out on the soft, warm sand and started to play a game called Murder with the other girls. After I had lost I balled up my hoodie like a pillow and laid down. I drifted off to sleep occasionally hearing “Makenna sure looks relaxed!” When I woke up my skin was warm and the group was packing up. “Perfect timing!” I thought to
For spring break of 2011, my family decided to go to California on vacation. Matthew served his mission there, and he wanted to show us Southern California. Of course, since the closest we had ever been to a beach was Jefferson Lake in Rigby, the first thing we set out to do upon landing in Los Angeles was locate a beach on the ocean. We parked our rental van at Manhattan Beach and ran to the clear water.
It was a bright and shining morning in Yosemite. I woke to up the sound of my parents yelling about whose fault it was for not bringing the blue bag packed with our sunscreen and hats; I vaguely remember my father reminding me to
As I took another stride towards the Caribbean Sea, the hot, fine, white sand snuck in between my toes. The break of the turquoise ocean crashed and the warm salty water splashed on my recently sunscreened legs causing pellets of water to slide down my slick shins. I stepped into the ocean and goosebumps ran up my body. The gentle waves and delicate tide surrounded me. I slipped under and let the salty water cover me, and the only sounds I could hear was the faint chatter of my family who was above the surface, and the slight movement of the everlasting ocean.
During spring break(or the rainy season) I went to Costa Rica. We went March 18 2017. The plane ride was 5 Hours. When we got into Costa Rica at the airport since we were in a new country we had to go through customs. Then when we got out of the airport we had to take a shuttle to get to our rental car . When we arrived at the place where we get our rental car we had to wait about half an hour till we got our car. when we finale got it we drove to our hotel. The drive was about an hour but when we got to our hotel they took us to our room and we went down to the beach. The beach water was warm. Be and my sister splashed in the waves until it was time to go back in. When we woke up the next day we were tired from all the traveling so we had decided to stay at the resort that day. We went and got some breakfast at
I gazed out the window, amazed at how the sun rose from the horizon and illuminated the dimly lit car. It was the beginning of August but my teeth chattered violently as I sat against the cold seat. My grandfather was wise to insist that I change from my bathing suit before we left from our annual trip in Atlantic City, New Jersey, however, my sister and I choose to spend our last minutes merrily wadding in the ocean. A feeble yawn escaped my lips as I felt the cold penetrate through the flimsy blanket and make my clothes cling to my skin. I was going home.
I had decided to be open minded about this adventure I was being taken on as my weariness depreciated and my mother seemed to grow upset since I had looked like I was not enjoying her company. As we approached the seashore, to my surprise my mood had been uplifted. Smiling was inevitable and my heart was warm with bliss as we slowly walked over the tiny grains of sand, occasionally stopping to examine a unique shell that demanded to be seen. Each shell had different textures, varying from a roughness comparable to sandpaper or smooth like fuzzy peaches and with different shades of grey and white. Only the extraordinary shells would be picked up and placed into the bright red cup we brought.
Silvery pale hair whipped around her face, kept flowing by the offshore wind that came in through the front where the rest of the plane used to be and then funneled out through numerous small holes in the walls of the plane around her. Clean and pure with the rich salt and iodine smell of the open ocean, the wind carried none of the stink of aviation fuel or fire or ozone from electrical shorts that had filled her nose with their fumes and brought clenching terror to Asta's soul when the accident happened. Even now she could hear the screams of the other passengers, the terrible this way and that tumbling and screeching of tearing metal and breaking plastics as the plane just came apart on the surface of the ocean. That had been almost comforting
The distinct scent of dead seaweed also known as the “beach smell”, filled my lungs, the saltiness in the air making a burning sensation in the back of my hoarse throat. Frigid gusts of air pierce through my flesh like a sharp knife, the hair on my skin standing on end like needles fighting against the fabric of my clothing. Dry eyes from all the wind and tears, I gazed off into the endless deep blue ocean and the cumulus hanging above, like a damaged cotton blanket that still managed to shield the bitter waters from the sun’s fiery light. A light downpour made distant objects hazy and you could see the specks of water droplets, falling to the earth in a slanted manner as the wind thrusts them slightly to the right and creating the therapeutic sound of rainfall accompanied by an
I draw the zip slowly down, and warm light floods the small tent. The day is brilliant, all bright hot sand, the deep tropic green jungle, and the mysterious turbulence of the ocean, crashing down, forming, destroying, and re-forming the beach. Emerging from the tent, I leave behind all my possessions, the measly little collection that it is, mostly tools and fishing gear, and depart into the paradise of the waterfront. The set of the morning rolls in, beating the rocky outcrops, just as they do every morning. Turning my back on the headland I begin the daily ritual of my morning, unchanging as the beach itself, though far paling in age.
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
As if sailing across the ocean wasn't gorgeous enough, it got 10 times better once we arrived to this island. The water was crystal blue, and I could see my pink pedicure on the bottom of the ocean even if my feet were 6 feet deep. We booked an excursion to swim with stingrays, and spend the rest of the day on the beach. Swimming with stingrays was something that I never wanted to do, but ended up being an experience I'll never forget. Stingrays feel like sandpaper on the top and a baby's bottom underneath. The amount of fear that was racing through my entire body was indescribable, along with the adrenaline going through my veins. The time that we spent on the beach was spent in the water, and being amazed by the large Iguanas prowling around us. The reefs in the ocean made this beach the most gorgeous view I have ever laid my eyes
A cool breeze rolls off the water-- the kind of breeze that causes the hair to rise on a person’s skin. It tastes fresh and clean. The stifling air filling the surrounding city is thick and heavy, and thus creates a stark contrast past the line of trees along the sand. The great glowing orb of the night pierces the darkness with its light.
Her and I took our towels and laid them in a sandy area of the beach and got ready to go in the water. This consisted of us lathering sunscreen on ourselves, taking off our shorts, our tank-tops till we were in just our suits, and kicking off our flip flops. We both ran to the water and winced at the sudden cold feeling rising up our legs from the lake. It took her mere seconds to completely emerge herself into the water, me taking about 6 minutes because i'm a baby with the cold. We must have been in that water for hours. We got out of the cold water and walked to our table. I opened up a water as she did and chugged it, feeling very dehydrated from the long swim. Laina and I then went to our towels and laid down. We talked and laughed about nothing of importance, as per usual. “How is the new school, Laina?” I asked as i closed my eyes under the brightness of the sun. She responded with a small shrugs and “It’s school, how good could it get.” I laughed softly, nodding along to her words, even though she wasn't looking at me. It was going to be getting dark so we wanted to start heading back. We packed up everything and started our walk home. I put my hair up into a tight ponytail to keep it out of my face as we walked
Summer Vacation After graduating high school my friends Kenadee, MaryKaitLyn, Madison, and I had planned a trip to Panama City Beach. The only way our parents would allow us to go is if they went with us; Kenadee and Mary’s moms went and promised us it would be like they weren’t even there, but to save money we all stayed in the same room. We knew it was going to be crowded because a lot of other graduates would be there too, Panama is like party central. None of us had ever been to a legit party so we promised ourselves we would do something fun and exciting but nothing completely stupid. We arrive in Panama and do nothing but lie on the beach all day and work on our tans.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together