The Ocean

California / June 12, 2012 / by Chris
The Ocean

I may have grown up several hours from the Atlantic, but that hasn't stopped me from having a life-long love of the ocean. My family has gone every year since I can remember, and some of my fondest memories were formed at Chincoteague, VA and the beach on neighboring Assateague Island. While I may not have had the greatest first impression of the beach (really, who enjoys wet sand at the age of three?), it didn't take me too long to realize the wonderful things about the ocean. The smells, the sound of waves crashing, the feeling of sand on bare feet - there is pretty much nothing about going to the beach that I don't love.

As we've travelled through the central states, I have had moments where I thought there were bodies of water that could compare to the ocean in terms of giving me a sense of wonder and joy. The Gulf of Mexico is certainly large enough, and there are even some beaches; Lake Tahoe continues to be one of the most breathtaking places I have layed eyes on, with water so clear that from the surrounding mountains you can see straight to the bottom. But as soon as we pulled up to the Pacific, I knew that, for me, none of those could compare with the ocean. There's something about the way the water come in and out, the way the saltwater tastes when you get hit in the face by a huge wave, something about the ocean that, even thousands of miles away, makes me feel like I am at home.

 

Photo Credit: Arturo Mann