Last Friday I went to the beach alone - it was a beautiful day - clear blue skies or as my Mom would say "Carolina blue skies" - sun shining - beautiful waves - perfect. Almost every week you go to the ocean the beach has a different shape to it - sometimes just completely flat - other times a steep incline - sometimes instead of being it's usual sandy self if can be filled with tons of broken shells. Friday the beach had developed a mini- cliff at the water's edge. After setting up my chair and my basic "camp site" I settled in to read for awhile.
There were a lot of college students there as a university is nearby. After awhile I couldn't resist the waves any longer and I went in - I belong to the walk right in and dive under and really commit school - none of that standing on the shore advancing step by step for me! It was very rough with a strong undertow and I decided to go back to my chair. Well I couldn't make it up the "mini-cliff" (about 1 1/2 ft. to 2 ft. high) and had to resort to crawling the few steps to get up and over and get to my chair - all sandy... aughhhh. I sat there dying - feeling like I looked like a giant crab coming up out of the ocean!!!! I waited for the sand to dry and began brushing it off every so often - no I was not going back in the ocean!
The saving grace was that I noticed, after watching for awhile, that even the nimble college students had some trouble getting "up and over" and I began to feel better.