Towering waves, coming at me like a speeding bus and the bitter taste of sand and salt water in my mouth swishing around simultaneously makes today really show that the Pacific Ocean has no mercy. Waking up with overcast clouds and the sound of the waves hitting the shore makes us feel a little skeptical about the condition of the water. Walking down to the cove still being able to hear the thunderous boom of the waves. With lack of better wording today the ocean was MAD. The sheer furry of the water makes me feel like a frightened little girl. The waves coming up to the end of the sand and crashing into hopeless patrons of the cove.
Seeing my very first water rescue from a woman stumbling out of the water falling to the ground. Frankly I'm surprised that the lifeguards didn't close the beach. We were having a conversation about whether we should stay at the beach or go to another beach. Before we could finish our talk a lifeguard interrupts us and says that the water is just going to get worse and more “wavy, ” as the day goes on. Thinking that we wouldn't be able to swim at all we start our death march.
I wasn't even able to see the bottom of the water because of the seaweed that was shifted around in the water. The freezing cold water and the seaweed trying to maneuver in between the piles of crud that litters the water. After choking and almost yelling for help in the choppy water, I stumble onto the beach.
Later in the day we go to a beach, a soft sanded white water wave beach. The huge waves gives me my first “real” time boogie boarding. I was not the best at this new sport. After aching muscles and sand in my pants later we head back to the house. Race tomorrow, Uh, Oh.
Noah Reynolds
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