After parking at access #9 and gathering your bag, with towels, suntan lotion, camera in one hand, chairs and floaty things divided between you and your best friend; you start walking toward the beach. It is a perfect 81 degrees with little humidity and the sky is blue and clear and it just makes you feel good to be alive and here on this spectacular spot on Earth.
Nature is everywhere and looking up you spot some sea grapes overhead.
Do you ever wonder what its like someplace else?
Because of Flickr I share other folks worlds and especially during the Fall and Winter Seasons there is often frost and snow while we have the best weather of the year.
Now, don't think it isn't torture during those long Summer, months when you sweat in the shower, because it can be hard to survive!
But its all worth it once Fall begins.
Looking around as you walk down the path to the beach, you see that the grass has bloomed a wonderful pink and you sigh with momentary pleasure at the beauty before you, as the wind makes the stalks dance, the sun shines and sparkles on the gossamer grass.
It is lovely.
Your load is too heavy and you have to keep walking.
This will still be here when you get ready to leave and walking back, you know you can take pictures then.
Your steps are quiet because you might see a rabbit, you have before.
They must love living in this grass.
Finally you make it to the beach and the view opens up and its clear and lovely white sand, fine as sugar and so clean.
Your eyes are drawn to the sails glowing like stained glass windows in the bright afternoon sun.
Children laugh and run.
Gulls and pelicans sing and squawk, gliding through the air doing nose dives into the surf to catch their dinner.
You get settled: towels on chairs, floats blown up and walk out to the waters edge.
It's cooler than last time, a week ago when you were here so, you decide to walk to get warm before cooling off in the water.
You walk down the shore, listening to the waves whisper a soft hello, remember me?
The sun shines and sparkles on the water while you walk looking at people, at shells on the sand, at birds everywhere.
You notice how the tide changes the shore line;
each new day it seems to be different.
After going to the North end as far as you can you start the journey back, collecting a few special shells along the way.
Gray scallops today.
A tiny sand dollar, perfect and white, held gently so it doesn't snap in two.
Getting back to your friend you grab floaty and start walking into the water.
Trying to avoid the small minnows and fish swimming by you stop and stamp your feet to let them know you are there.
With worried eyes you look at your friend already waded out farther than you and hear him laugh and say- it's OK- they won't bite you!
With a small amount of fear and trepidation you continue and lay down on your float and start to backstroke- the current is swift- when suddenly a fish jumps through the air!
Then another fish!
You are caught in a school of them- hundreds, no thousands of small fish swimming where you are trying to float, to relax!
You turn to say I can't do this when a fish jumps up and goes down the top of your bathing suit and you scream and reach up and flip your top down and get the fish out before you have a fricking heart attack at the thought of a fish being inside your bathing suit!
Not caring that the good folks on the beach can look- you panic and reach in to the side of your suit, under your boobs, free for all to see, to grab that stinking fish and hurl him out into the water! Quickly fixing the top of your suit, you muster what small dignity is remaining in your sinking spirit and stand up in the water.
Grabbing your floaty, you get back to shore as quickly as possible avoiding the stares of people walking by.
Just another delightful day at the beach with Calamity you think as the Mr is laughing himself silly, back in the water with fish all around.
What fun you had, another day at the beach!