Every year, I go to Long Beach Island, New Jersey, on vacation in late July and stay through early August. This is the beach I look forward to going to because of its location and beauty.
At six o’clock in the morning, I walk to the beach from my four story, pink colored, rough, cement wall motel that contains an eight foot in-ground pool, and a free breakfast with a newspaper each morning. The air is a cool sixty degrees, crisp and fresh, like that of a high mountain, with no smell of salt, as I walk down the beach to the shoreline. Each step sinks into the damp, but soft, white sand covering miles of beach. As I approach the water line, I can feel the increasing moisture of thirteen foot, dark blue waves, that crash on certain parts of the beach hurling thousands of multicolored clam shells ranging from one inch to three inches in size, small black and blue scallops, and packs of mussels trapped in swamp green, unbreakable seaweed and hard balls of sand. The water is a cold sixty five degrees that warms to seventy degrees around lunch time. The water temperature is not very pleasant in the morning, but it wakes one up quickly. As I walk along the beach, I can feel a cool flowing breeze drop from the troposphere and push north along the shore. Occasionally, this mixes with the even cooler breeze that flies off the ocean, creating a bone-chilling, sharp wind that I am glad does not come very often. Continuing my walk, I make my way around scattered, detailed sand castles made by beach goers from the past day when I was still on the road to Long Beach.
I can see that where the beach ends on my left, there are hundreds of three story motels, none of which are vacant, which exhibit multiple colors, including green, purple, pink, and orange, followed by groups of smaller motels colored the same, but filled with much less people. In the distance, on the horizon, I can see the monstrous Pier One. Pier One, also known as Morrey’s Pier, is a sight to see, with over two thousand feet of wide, beige water slides, a crowded water park with extremely warm, eighty degree water, hundreds of nozzles and fountains spraying water everywhere, and the gigantic, three story high Ferris Wheel, standing tall in bright red. In the night time, the Ferris wheel lights up in a rainbow of colors and ten different patterns. The patterns, some of which I remember, include a yellow, blue, pink, and red star, a red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet circle, and a pink, purple, blue and green spinning square, which is my favorite.
From here, I run back to the motel to eat breakfast.
The beach is very much different in the afternoon. As I approach the beach, I see crowds of people of a variety of ages, ethnicities, and body types wandering around or laying on towels soaking up the sun.
Walking down the cracking wooden steps to the steaming, golden grains of sand, I can’t wait to set up my eight foot, pink, purple, blue, green, yellow, and orange umbrella, and sit down in my teal water chair, set up next to the lifeguard. Once, I sit down, I look around and notice that the burning sun is gleaming off the sand, and the temperature is around ninety eight degrees, which means that it is time to go in the seventy degree refreshing water to surf. As I paddle out on my white board with two green pin stripes, I glance at the mile long jetties filled with moss covered boulders that break the waves. The first of the fish-filled waves comes carrying a Skate with brown spots and an orange stingray like body right at me. Luckily, I catch the wave quickly as it breaks. The six foot wave creates a small tube with a mass of cloudy, blue water and sends me flying into shore on my board. At the end of the afternoon, I head home and rest.