Enjoying the Ocean: My Little Seaside Rant

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I’ll be honest, I’ve never been much of a beach person. The whole process of getting to the beach, fighting traffic and overpopulation along the shoreline, getting there, unpacking in the intense heat while the sand burns your feet, sitting in the sun with about a bazillion other people for awhile, getting sand everywhere, packing up your stuff when you’re too burned to tolerate it anymore, finally getting home to shower only to collapse into your bed and pass out never really appealed to met. Yet as I sit here on the deck watching storms come in from out to sea, feeling the wind pick up and whip around my face, I have to admit that there is some appeal to the locale, though not for reasons you might think.

I certainly prefer the beach at night over the day. While I love swimming in the ocean and I’m hoping to one day take up kitesurfing, there’s nothing quite like enjoying the sounds of the sea under the moonlight. It’s cool, comfortable, and more or less enchanting. I love it.  They say some people prefer the mountains and some prefer the ocean, and I consider myself firmly in the former camp, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still enjoy it every once in awhile. Renting out a place in a less populated area with just enough to do really helps, too.