Times That I Really Miss the Beach

Before we moved to the beach, I used to be convinced that once we got settled at the beach that we would get as much beach time as we desired. It turns out that just like anything else important in your life, you have to make time for the beach. I have run into people here at the beach who claim that they have not been on the beach for four or five years. Once in while I will get a note from someone thanking me for all the beach pictures that I have posted because the pictures are the only way they can get to the beach. I certainly did not move down here to tour the beaches virtually. I will admit that on cold winter days that I sometimes take a trip down a warm memory lane and enjoy some photos of a summer beach event.

There are three times that I really miss the beach. The first is the easiest to understand. If I am working at the real estate duty desk, and it is a beautiful beach day outside, that is a hard scenario to take. Being able to almost smell the beach from the office does not help.

However, there are a couple of easy remedies to this particular case of beach envy. The first involves getting on my boat early in the morning and doing a quick fishing trip off the beaches. Because of the ease of water access in the area, you can go fishing early in the morning, come home, clean fish, shower, and get to work by 9 AM.

Lots of people do not like to get up early in the morning, especially to go fishing. You can count my wife in this group. This group is easy to handle. All you have to do is wait until you get home from work and go for a sunset cruise. With lots of daylight and familiar waters, you can enjoy an hour or two on the water with few problems.

A more serious case of missing the beach shows up when I am working and the weather is not fit to be over on the beach. There is little that you can do about this but wait until the next nice day and then focus on really enjoying the beach.

I often also suffer from beach envy when I am traveling like I am today. This day finds me in the mountains watching snow flurries and trying to keep warm in the thirty degree temperatures. There is really no solution to this, short of taking off and heading back to the beach.

Of course even then the beach can be in tough mood like it was on Tuesday when I visited. The waves had churned the surf up, but as is often the case, I still enjoyed my trip to the beach. It just might be enough to keep these snow flurries out of my mind. With a weekend forecast of another 6-12 inches of snow in the mountains of Virginia, I know where I plan to be for the weekend.

I will be as close to the beach as the weather permits.