Beach Descriptive Writing

On the hills of Muir Woods, where we drove through many snaky roads at 15 mph, we could see the beautiful blue ocean from the distance below us. Windows opened, there was a cooling breeze yawning and a faint sound of the waves crashing. The gray, white, and loud birds were soaring through the blue sky when we got out of the car. Moss green grass, brown trunked trees, and rocky concrete surrounded us-the sand and concrete met with each other-leading us to the sandy beach we longed for. Families bonding, friends laughing. Many people were smiling and enjoying their stay at the beach. My feet were warm from the smooth sand; it wasn’t bumpy or a sore to my feet. Lifeguards were not on duty. Freedom. There were no worries of whether or not I would get in trouble for going too far or doing something “dangerous”. There it was-the beautiful blue ocean I saw in the car from a distance. This ocean had a gradual color effect, from a very light cyan blue color to a deep, dark blue, but

To the far left were these immense, pebble gray rocks. It had various shapes, textures, and sizes. Some of these rocks, had a gray-blue tint and others were an ash brown color. Jellyfish, starfish, and clams attached to the grain-like rocks because it was what they considered home. It was frightening at first because of all these sea animals attached to the rocks, but I finally had the courage to get on top of these rocks and see what was waiting for me. As I got through the clams and starfish, the rocks were difficult to climb because it was slippery at first. They were very coarse and bumpy. Luckily for me, I decided to wear flip-flops that would protect my feet from aching. People below me were farther from the clouds while I was closer. I wasn’t on the very top rock, but I climbed enough to see a different point of view of the ocean. I stood tall on the rocks; I was on the top of the