Life's a Beach
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Life's a Beach.
Isn't that what they say? At 8:23 I woke up this morning and decided I needed to get away from the computer, the gym, my Wednesday routine. By 9:23 I was in the car and driving across the turnpike and heading toward the Jersey shore.
Now the Jersey shore is a combination of cotton candy, pizza parlours, cheesy amusement parks EXCEPT for a 13 mile strand called Island Beach State Park. There the shore is almost as the colonists found it, dunes and tall sea grasses, wild blueberry bushes, prickly thorny bushes and sand, water and seashells
I say almost because there is one access road between the barrier island and the bay, two (today) semi crowded public beaches and some more remote beaches (without facilities) that are accessed by hot sandy corridors booby trapped with some of the prickliest scrub bushes and at least a quarter mile from the access road. Those who savor their solitude go the extra quarter mile.
Once I had staked out my territory amid the soft sand and dried sea weed, I took out the NY Times to finally get around to read last Sunday's "burden."
But breezes kept blowing sand on me and I was soon dusted with the fine gritty powder and in need of a sea bath. Usually the water is not inviting at this time of year, but an unusually warm spring has made the waters quite inviting, and there wasn't a palm tree in sight! I plunged in the water.
I wandered down the beach, rejecting all the broken shells that had washed upon the shore. Surely someone in Indonesia or Mozambique would find this array of black scallops, clam shells, razor clams and shiny mussels alluring, but to me they were tawdry and not worthy of adding to my collection.
I spied a young couple putting out their beachtowels away from the water's edge. She is a green bikini with bright red skin, an unornamented Christmas tree. He ran to the water's edge to follow her in the surf then immediately braked as the cool foam played around his toes and ankles.
Further up the beach I spied a new couple, obviously second or third marriage material, he silver haired and thick around the middle; she, probably the same age, but sporting a new bikini. How did I know it was bought just for this new boyfriend? Her legs and arms were tanned, but the midsection was completely white; this was definitely show off time. I made a mental note to myself that should I ever get in bikini condition I would be sure to test it out and tan my middle before donning it for a new boyfriend. Not much chance of either of those things happening at once, but wishful thinking and a bit of jealous arrogance going on here.
I took my usual walk along the waterline, trudging in various degrees of easy to huffy and puffy sand, noting the fishermen, the kids with boogie boards, the babies playing "can't catch me" with the waves, the dogs digging in the sand for a cooler place to sweat.
After I'd eaten my hoagie and downed three bottles of water it was time to head to the showers, rinse off and head home before sundown.
Yes, life's a beach.