Descriptive Essay Trip Beach

It was a hot, oppressive day and my friends and I decided that it was a virtuous day to go to the beach. I could see the Sun optimistic yellow pellet, blistering in the sky as we were on our way to the Newport Beach in Rhode Island. The open-air temperature was progressively starting to plunge down and the traffic lanes were starting to get narrower which was a sign that we were close to the beach. We parked our car into the parking spot and started walking across the black asphalt, which emanated heat from the sun.

Walking forward I overwhelmingly could see the clear water, which was rich arcane blue in color. As soon as I kept my feet on the silt white sand I could sense the sand burning my feet. I could hear the sound of waves colliding and feel the unruffled sea breeze grooming by. The beach was swarming with people as I looked around my surroundings.

Towards my right were who people laid down on different colored beach towels such as yellow, orange, pink, white and so on while others are on an sun lounger in order to get a sunbathe. Looking down I could see many kids ornamenting their sandcastles with smooth round seashells, which, were covered on the beach. After walking from side to side through numerous groups of people, we finally found an empty spot under a tree. We decided to rest a few minutes under the tree as we had a long two-hour drive from Connecticut so we took our rainbow colored towels out and laid down on the silt sand and soaked ourselves in the sun so that we could run towards the water after finishing our nap.

After a few minutes nap I sprayed the sunscreen on my body and packed up my gear to go into the water. I could see the water was turned azure blue in color now. My friends and I didn’t wanted to cogitate that the water is going to be too cold and we saw a huge way approaching towards us and we didn’t wanted to miss it so we ran towards it and dove straight through the dumping wave.

I could taste the salty water the moment I dropped into the water. After popping right back up I could feel the salty water going into my eyes making it red in color and boggy. The water felt invigorating on my scorching skin. The tides were high so the water was deep enough for swimming. There were lots of people in the water. Towards my left were some people playing with volleyball, which was a combination of green, yellow and red in color. Towards my right were people who were having fun on the beach motorcycles with a guide seating behind them.

When I looked back I saw parents trying to sweet-talk their kids into the cold water. While coming out from the water I looked up and I saw three people flying Para gliders, which were orange, purple and fluorescent in color. We were finally now out from the water fully clothed again after we were done taking a shower. We went back under the tree where we were taking a nap before to pick up or belongings such as beach chairs, umbrellas, flip-flops and so on. “Today was picture-perfect” I exclaimed myself watching at the beach. Observing the waves and the nature’s exquisiteness for few minutes a feeling of peacetime settled in me.

All my anxieties from my day today life were been obliterated for those few moments. I was ready to go home now. Exhausted and watching out the window I could see the traffic lanes getting broader and broader. I finally closed my eyes for few seconds to gulp everything in as we where on our way back home.

I’m at the Beach!
Anyone who has never gone to the beach before is missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime.  The ocean is a plethora of natural wonder and is a utopian experience.  No matter how hard I try I cannot properly describe the beach to someone.  I can use a dictionary, thesaurus, and every adjective and vivid verb in the English language, trying to describe the scenery and still would not give it justice.  I went to Ocean City, Maryland two years ago with my girlfriend and family and it was a truly amazing experience.
The night before we left my girlfriend Kristen, and I were so excited that we could barely sleep.  My parents, Kristen, and I, woke up at 8:00 a.m. to pack the car with our clothes, food, and the absolute essentials, my fishing rod and gear.  Two hours later and as usual we were waiting on my sister Dee, my brother-in-law Randy, and my nieces Hannah, and Krissy.  It was the beginning of July, and even at ten o’clock in the morning the humidity was so high that my t-shirt was sticking to my back like a stamp to an envelope.  This was just the start of some sizzling, record-breaking temperatures that I am not sad to say I experienced on our vacation.
My parents, Kristen, and I, prayed up before we pulled out of our driveway and headed southeast from Johnstown, Pennsylvania toward Ocean City, Maryland.  Before I knew it we arrived at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge just in time for a downpour of rain.  As I looked out of the window, I noticed that the hammering rain had changed the hue of the brackish water from a soft gray-blue to a deep aquamarine.  The gusting wind had caused the usually small waves to become white capped and abnormally large.  As we drew nearer to our destination, the rain subsided and the humidity was almost unbearable, but I did not mind.  We were on our way to the beach!
Finally, after seven and a half hours we pulled onto Coastal Highway, the spinal cord of Ocean City, which runs adjacent to the coastline.  Coastal Highway, not unlike the ocean, seems to go on endlessly.  As is my tradition when I pull onto Coastal Highway, I put my window down and let the smell of the sand and sea waft into the car.  The rain had started again, but now it was only a light mist.  The temperature had cooled off now too.  It was no longer a stifling 99 degrees, but a reasonable 82 degrees.  My nieces, Kristen, and I, decided to take an evening swim in the ocean, which was making swishing and sloshing sounds like a washing machine on spin cycle.  Looking out at the turbulent waves we all got a little shaken.  Some of the waves were breaking close to twelve feet high.  There were even warnings announced on the local radio stations about how strong the riptide was.  I was not scared though, I was at the beach!  When I entered the sea, I was surprised at how comfortably warm the water was.  This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed warm due to the misty rain and drop in temperature. 
The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag.  The swells crashed violently into my legs and hurled the grainy salt water into my mouth.  My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue.  I was waist deep in the ocean now, and could feel the riptide playing tug-o-war with my legs.  I felt helpless while the power of the sea stricken my every movement.  I mustered my strength and carried on.  After all, I was at the beach. The only way of not getting slammed down to the sandy bottom of the ocean floor was to dive straight through the waves.  Whenever a wave raced toward me I pointed my arms straight out, tucked my head in between them, and lunged forward, slicing through the wave like a samurai sword.  Finally, I made it out past the break line where I could just float around effortlessly.  I was exhausted from fighting the angry swells of the sea.  I got a chance now to take look at the scenery of the beach from a dolphin’s perspective.  I was having so much fun that I was now 100 yards down shore from everyone else.  Instead of exchanging more blows with the riptide I just swam straight toward the beach and walked weary back to Kristen and my nieces.
As I sat down on the coarse beach and pushed the tepid sand between my toes, I looked out across the endless expanse of sea.  I was starting to come down from the surge of adrenaline I felt from wrestling with the tide, and my hands trembled as a result.  Suddenly, a wave of serenity rush over my mind.  “Am I dreaming?” I wondered.  No.  This was not a dream.  It is the brush stroke of God.  I’m at the beach.

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