Last Beach Day

I swam around in the cool water, sometimes floating on my back and letting my arms lay there. The waves were ongoing, but they didn’t alarm me. We could simply move freely without worrying that the waves would push us out.

I glided the gopro camera along the extension of the beach, right to left then I placed the camera near the surface of the water so it would capture the surface and the deepness of the bottom.  He was swimming around like the other small blue and white fish, so I was able to capture the whole length of his body and his legs charming his way underneath. I turned it off and gave it back to him, since I didn’t want to get too distracted from the beach. We returned to the sand after a long while.




After a while I stood up from my blanket to take photos of the birds. I walked walk over to the sandpiper, who was startled and flew away a few feet away. Later on, we saw 7 or 8 pelicans above us. I observed them with my binoculars and I saw their curved white wings and their large beaks moving away. We walked towards the sandy area where the birds had been when we arrived. It was a small isolated corner where the waves came from the sides, almost like a riptide. He commented on a woman who was in the water carrying a bucket. Eventually, the woman walked near us.

“If you don’t mind me asking, was is it that you’re doing?”

She told us, she was gathering seashells for handmade gifts and decorations.

“I use them around the house. You can make so many things,” she said

“And look at them, they’re so pretty.”

She told us about the different shaped seashells she had found throughout her searches, and how some were not completely abandoned. On several occasions, she found a snail or another type of mollusk still inside. She didn’t want to kill them, so she left those alone. She also found half shells that she wished had not been broken. We peeked into her bucket and noticed it was more than half full. She eventually went on her way to look for more seashells, bending down to pick them up at first then swimming farther down. It didn’t take us too long to go back in the water. After I saw the woman’s bucket, I went on my own seashell exploration and swam farther down to find seashells.

Sometimes we swam down together like when I found what I thought was a shell in the bottom floor. But for some reason I couldn’t capture it. He swam down and picked up a large, slimy snail, who probably didn’t know what was going on. We stared at him for a short while. He didn’t have eyes. Then he put him back in the water.  I found several small seashells that I kept closer to the shore, even a large one that could work as a side hat. After resting for a while on the sand we decided to go find food, but before we could do that, we visited the small trails, which were behind the beach on a small mountain. After putting our stuff away in the car, he parked right by the sandy trail. There was a fort-like metal structure, semi-round sticking out of the mountain.

I saw some ladies kicking up sand as they walked down the steep path. It was so hot that I just wanted to sit in the car at this point. The sand was hotter here than at the beach, and even with my sandals I could feel it burning my feet. There was no way I was hiking up to the top. He went ahead of me. “Are you staying inside the car?” At first I said yea, then changed my mind, and decided to just deal with it and run up the hot sandy path. Eventually, I made it to a small rock where I rested my feet then I kept going. Near the top there were shady spots were the sand wasn’t overwhelmingly hot. The top part was filled with small shrubs and a messy array of foliage that were irregular to my eyes. There was more grass on the floor so that meant my feet were cool. We followed one of the paths that took us above that metal platform we saw before. The opening revealed the familiar coastline of Pensacola where we had been swimming just moments ago.

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