We only have one thing around here that barely qualifies - The Gulf of Mexico. Have you ever been to the Gulf of Mexico? No? Let me describe to you a day my sister and I spent there two years ago.
We arrived in Galveston on a whim. It's not too far from Houston, where my sister lives - maybe 45 minutes. We thought it might be fun to fly kites or something. We arrive at the beach and we see the signs.
No fishing.
No swimming.
WARNING - It is recommend you wear shoes while on the shore.
The reason for this? The Gulf of Mexico is the ultimate dumping ground for all the junk that gets tossed into the major rivers that feed it from all over the United States. The water is brown and slimy. You can't fish because the fish you catch are toxic nine times out of ten. Why wear shoes? Broken glass and various other dangerous, sharp things.
Still, it looked nice out there, so my sister and I decided to hang out. We sit on a relatively clean spot on the beach for about ten minutes when I feel a sharp pain on my arm. I brush at is distractedly. Then, I look down at my hand.
It's covered in blood.
In a panic, I jump up, trying to figure out how I possibly cut myself. Turns out, I didn't. See, I had swatted a mosquito that was closer in size to a rabid pelican than an insect. And, man, oh, man, were they ever swarming.
We got out of there pretty quick after that.
Ever since then, I've sort of been turned off of beaches. Still, the one you describe sounds lovely. One of these days, I'll make it up to the East Coast. ^^
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Date: 2004-04-16 10:35 pm (UTC)We only have one thing around here that barely qualifies - The Gulf of Mexico. Have you ever been to the Gulf of Mexico? No? Let me describe to you a day my sister and I spent there two years ago.
We arrived in Galveston on a whim. It's not too far from Houston, where my sister lives - maybe 45 minutes. We thought it might be fun to fly kites or something. We arrive at the beach and we see the signs.
No fishing.
No swimming.
WARNING - It is recommend you wear shoes while on the shore.
The reason for this? The Gulf of Mexico is the ultimate dumping ground for all the junk that gets tossed into the major rivers that feed it from all over the United States. The water is brown and slimy. You can't fish because the fish you catch are toxic nine times out of ten. Why wear shoes? Broken glass and various other dangerous, sharp things.
Still, it looked nice out there, so my sister and I decided to hang out. We sit on a relatively clean spot on the beach for about ten minutes when I feel a sharp pain on my arm. I brush at is distractedly. Then, I look down at my hand.
It's covered in blood.
In a panic, I jump up, trying to figure out how I possibly cut myself. Turns out, I didn't. See, I had swatted a mosquito that was closer in size to a rabid pelican than an insect. And, man, oh, man, were they ever swarming.
We got out of there pretty quick after that.
Ever since then, I've sort of been turned off of beaches. Still, the one you describe sounds lovely. One of these days, I'll make it up to the East Coast. ^^