IT'S A PLACE WHERE THERE IS SALT IN THE WATER, SO YOU FLOAT REALLY EASILY, AND YOU CAN JUST WALK INTO THE SEA, LIE DOWN AND FLOAT LIKE A DROWNED CORPSE, AS LONG AS YOU COME UP FOR WATER
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I possibly could have gone because Michigan but WE CAN NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT THE FAMILY FOR TOO LONG AND CERTAINLY NOT TO DETROIT BECAUSE THAT'S TOO INTERESTING
Man, there's like five of them that everybody you know is willing to go to at one time, and there will be arguments about which beach to go to because X beach has brown water and Y beach has too many people and Z beach has mucky, mucky sand.
Growing up in Oregon, the beach is a place you go to make sand castles, fly kits, maybe pick up some (kind of shitty and usually broken) seashells. Also shop. There are some really cool shops in Lincoln City, actually, and Seaside.
The Oregon Coast is wayyyy too cold to swim in unless you've got a drysuit or something. Or unless you want hypothermia. Wading you can do if you're brave and don't care about being frozen.
It's also REALLY windy, typically, and fairly chilly even in summer.
All that being said, the Oregon Coast is truly a gorgeous area. If you like looking at pretty scenery, it's great.
I've heard the Washington beaches here are even worse, haha, with gravel rather than sand for the most part. I haven't personally experienced a Washington beach, though.
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I've never been to a proper beach because I have lived in Ohio my entire life, and not near the Lake.
I did go to a fakey fake beach at a man-made lake once, but it wasn't very fun...
I think we went to the actual beach once when I was little, to Myrtle Beach, SC. I was more interested in running around the hotel and playing on the elevators than I was in the beach. This was in 1981, I think.
We didn't make the beach a yearly thing until the late 1990s, when we started going to Ocean City, MD every summer. That stopped after 2008 because we didn't have the money.
I'm surprisingly more of a beach person now than I used to be. .
Younger me was all "but the sand gets everywhere, man" and I didn't figure out the floating thing until a few years ago. Which is ironic because the sand is much, much more of a problem now that I have long hair.
I've never liked seawater all that much, and not only am I relatively fair-skinned (brown hair and hazel eyes), I have vitiligo, which means I burn really easily. That said, it's still fun to go to things on the periphery like the boardwalk and the shops and such.
Also, this is gonna sound mean, but I used to throw ice cubes for the seagulls, see them rush towards it like it was food and then end up disappointed.
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There was a sign near were I live saying 'Do Not Feed The Birds, They Are Vermin And Cause Damage' (meaning seagulls), that someone had vandalised and changed birds to humans.
It's still pretty awesome, but water is exhausting, and you do have to get to the beach that no one else is going to. Crowds are always a problem, but at the beach they are anathema to fun.
I live in the Pacific Northwest, where "the beach" is a place where rocks, freezing water, biting wind, and tree-sized flotsam go to die just about year round. Anyone who's there is likely either a marine researcher/enthusiast, a photographer, a hippie recording hour long ocean waves soundtracks, Polar Bear Club, a really hardcore surfer with a really good drysuit and a tree resistant skull, collecting seashells for quaint gift shops, a kinky weirdo who likes stepping barefoot on washed-up jellyfish and urchins, or just now painfully learning that we don't have California beaches unless you're a fan of hypothermia and vicious undertows and wondering if they can get a travel refund.
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I was there a few times, never liked it much
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It's kind of interesting to feel the water be pulled from underneath you as it forms a wave.
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You know what can be nice at the beach? bikini boobs Curling your toes up in the sand where the water is, watery sand, it's kind of cool and smooshy
u see how far away the coast is
in all directions
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I did go to a fakey fake beach at a man-made lake once, but it wasn't very fun...
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead