Description Of A Descriptive Experience At The Beach

Descriptive Observation The evening ahead of the experience, I helped myself into a good panic. Although I had taken part in water sports in the past, I had always been mediocre at the very best on a jet ski. In the morning when I reached the beach, my fears dissipate. The surf is moderate, six up to nine feet to the peak, adequate enough for an excellent ride without being overly rough. As I watch the lake from the shore, it looks fun and also almost innocent because of how the crests interact and how the waves crash over each other as if at play. The warm water toward the parts of the shore is engrossed in bubbles and foam from the grumble of the waves as young children and their parents play in the gritty tan colored

The engine roars powerfully, enough to drown out the call of gulls circling overhead. I watch as thick black and gray smoke pours from the exhaust and subsequently slowly drifts away with the wind. As I finish my final systems checks, I put on my lifejacket and reduce the thick glowing blue straps. I point out to myself to arrest calm and to never make stupid or perhaps impulsive decisions while on my journey into the vast ocean. It is easy to push oneself beyond their limitations and lose an eye on reality. I need to remember to forever regard Mother Nature and bear in mind that I am not invincible as I once thought myself to be when I was

Suddenly, the waves begins to peak around me. I drive into these waves, being careful to release the accelerator to half power. Much more would be unreasonable and could create a wipeout. At the ideal moment, I am approaching a wave which has a perfect peak. I gently squash the throttle and the loud roar of the engine fills my ears as I am pushed along the foamy white colored crest of the wave. In a moment, I am not floating on the lake, but I am soaring like the attractive white birds upon the misty air. In a single brief moment, one look down along with an estimate that I am eight to 10 feet airborne for a moment before I start my descent for the briny rich waters. In a flash, the back half of the Wave runner sits on to the ocean with the entire front following with a rocking motion. All about me is a blinding spray of the salty water. I've