then there was only one set
The first time I saw the ocean I was 28 years old. Yikes. That was just over a year and a 1/2 ago. Nowadays however, I live about 2-3 miles from it. Go figure (clearly, I did not grow up around here :P).
Surprisingly, while I thought it was very neat to see and I was quite glad to have that monkey off my back finally, I was underwhelmed. See, where I am in southern California, is a spot where the coast faces south, rather than west like most of the rest of the Pacific-North American coast line. There are also several large islands off the coast, which take the brunt of any large waves, and also get in the way of the horizon looking like it goes on and on (well, the oil rigs do that too, but ya can’t win them all). This also means the waves here, by comparison, are quite minuscule. Surprisingly, people still surf around here, and just a few miles down the coast is one of the most popular surfing beaches in the state.
Still, I think, in my ignorance, I suspected more like this:
But ended up with this:
Yeah. I jump waves.
Hmm… I mean, the beaches ARE beautiful and it’s really neat to see the ocean, etc etc. It’s just different (and COLD!). I do love seeing the dolphins just hanging out though, and the sea lions and other creatures, and collecting shells, or sea glass and so on. I hope none of that ever becomes old or common-place. I think everyone should have an opportunity to see the ocean (AND to see snow!) long before they’re in their late-20’s. 🙂
he jumps waves too
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