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A Different Kind of Beach
We are living amazingly close to a beach that is unlike any beach I have ever experienced.
This is not like “going to the beach” where you pack up your things and drive somewhere to a nice gentle beach where you can take off your shoes and have the waves kiss your toes. Or like the beach we used to go to in Florida where the waters of the Gulf of Mexico were so warm we could easily go play in the shallow water.
First, this beach is with me 24 hours a day. We are close enough to hear the waves, but they are far enough away to not be distracting. The crashing waves are just this rhythmic sound in the background, like a clock ticking. And it changes with the intensity of the swells hitting the shore. I think over time I could probably determine the water conditions just by sound. But at the same time, the sound is so gentle it is easy to tune out if I need to concentrate. Like now, when I am writing.
As the days went by, I began to think of the rhythm of the waves as the heartbeat of the earth.
We could walk to the beach from here, except we are not strong enough yet to walk back up the hill, which is about a 25 degree incline.
We are just getting to know this beach. The first day we walked to the right and it was all smooth sandy beach to the end.
The second day we walked to the left and found large outcropping of rocks protruding from the sand and water. Instead of sand, there were smooth rocks of various sizes, making it more difficult to walk.
We noticed there was a rock that was larger than the others, and when the waves hit it, they broke up and splashed into the air instead of running around the rock.
Walking in that direction, we found a very large rock, about 30 feet wide and twenty feet high, with the ocean on one side and beach behind it, like a large wall At the time we were there, we could sit on the beach behind this rock, but I’m sure at high tide we would be underwater. We found a small cave in this big rock that had limpets living on the walls, so we knew the water would rise to that height, which would be over our heads.
Several days later we went to another area where there was no sand, but rather large outcropping of rocks with a designated viewing area. There we could watch huge swells come in an crash against the rock with enormous sprays. We could see the water welling up as it approached the shore and we would shout to each other, “Here’s another big one.” On days like this we could hear the impacts from our house and we would drive down the hilll to watch them.