At high tide, the ocean came right up to the wall and flowed back and slapped against my feet. At low tide you could walk out on the ocean floor for a very long time seeing shells that were not broken. After, along day at the ocean, we would go back and have dinner at the lodge. Later we would get together with other families and make a big fire pit to be able to make s’mores. Putting together a s’more is one of the messiest things you can possibly do.
We did actual field work and tested the salinity, current, pH, and turbidity of the bay. The next morning, my teacher and our group woke up at four o’clock in the morning and drove to Assateague Island beach to watch the sunrise. The trip that day was to the intertidal zone of Wallop’s Island. We hiked through a muddy path and spent the day on a sandy shore near the marsh. The intertidal zone is the area of land that it visible during low tide and covered at high tide.
It was my buddy Jared waking me up to tell me to meet him at the Channel Club Marina to go out on our jetskis. I told him I would meet him there in about a half-hour. When I got to the marina Jared told me the swells at Sandy Hook were about five foot, which makes for nice wave jumping. We got our skis all ready; we filled them up with oil and gas, checked the spark plugs, and checked the engine. Finally, we were ready to head out to the ocean for a day of fun.
The voyage across Penobscot Bay to Islesboro was one of excitement for me. The excursion to Islesboro started in the coastal town of Lincolnville, Maine. Waiting in the parking lot of the Lobster Pound Restaurant, I frequently saw young children frolicking across the sandy Lincolnville Beach off of Route 1. The smell of freshly cooked seafood and salty sea air mixed together while I sat on one of the bucolic wooden benches along the shore. The Margaret Chase Smith, the Maine State Ferry Service's ship that ventured to Islesboro and back, quickly docked at the end of a long wooden pier strewn with barnacles.
My boyfriend brought his go pro hero three so we were taking pictures of ourselves, the beautiful golden orange sunset, and the sparkling blue ocean. We finally got back to the docks to park the boat. Before we got off the boat we got all of our belongings together and thanked our instructor, kirk, for the fantastic job he had done. We departed from the boat and made our way back to the house we were staying. All in all, I really had an outstanding time and enjoyed every minute of my scuba experience.
All-in-all, the long awaited perfect fishing day had come, at least in our minds it had. In the meantime, my dad backed the boat into the salty murky water as I got the boat ready for our day long journey. I set the navigation system to a favorite fishing spot of ours which was about twenty-five miles out called the Pelican Flats. We headed out on the gently, quiet, rolling blue monster's back as our twenty-two foot vessel handled the one to two foot ocean swells with sheer ease. Finally, after an hour long haul, and fifteen fishing minutes later, we ran into our first sign of action.
Santa Cruz. It was the summer of 2000 and I had moved in with my sister Jana in Santa Cruz, California for the summer. I had taken a 32-hour bus ride to get there and was completely exhausted from it, but Jana wanted to show off her city, so the next day she gave me a tour. She had an apartment right on the beach, and we could go swimming anytime. We went downtown and I took in this unfamiliar environment.
* * (Mulvaney 28). Ocean pollution is growing out of control, and the clean up of our world’s oceans is critical. Ocean pollution is now a big problem facing us in everyday life. For years we have been trying to stop the dumping of trash, chemicals, and toxic waste into our oceans but the people who do it, still find ways to get around the rules and laws we have created (Mulvaney 28) Why should we have to live with an ocean so polluted where in time we will not even be able to fish or swim in it? The solutions to the problem of ocean pollution are endless and worthwhile.
Natural Bridges sits on 65 acres of coastal land in Santa Cruz, California. As the trails wind, the untouched beauty of wetlands and meadows are exposed within the park's interior. Many coastal birds and other creatures find sanctuary from the harsh surrounding environments while giving visual pleasure to bird watchers and natural scientists of the like. The trails are gracefully laid out around the land in order to maintain the harmony between human beings and nature. Moore Creek runs peacefully through the wetlands and under the trails as it makes it course to the sea.
As I watch the rolling sand dunes the pier floats into my vision. The pier, as red as a ruby, stands out to me among the deep blue ocean. As I lay on the sand, I see kites rise above the clouds and soar gracefully in the wind, which is blowing gently through the trees and sand, slowly whispering as if it were calling my name. The fisherman cast their line off the pier hoping to feel a tug and reel in a big fish. The sounds of Beach Cala Bassa are that of harmony.