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Carol Perkins: Relaxing at the beach

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By Carol Perkins

The waves crashed against the beach like a bull charging toward a matador. I couldn't see, but the sound was enough to tell me to stay away. As I sat on our tenth floor balcony late at night with everyone else in bed, I thought about the danger below if someone were daring enough to fight the waves that late. No one would dare, I decided.

Beautiful sights and sounds can also be the most dangerous. The beach is a place for relaxing, but I never forget to respect the waters.

When we were young, we made a beach trip to Daytona every summer during the fourth of July weekend, which was Guy's annual vacation date and the worst time to go.

Before cell phones and computers, finding a room meant either driving the strip or knowing the place you wanted to go and calling ahead.

Carla, Jon, and I sat in the car and watched Guy go inside a motel. When he came out with no key, we knew the tension would rise.


Guy, typical of most men, wanted a place for his family to reside instead of the car. The kids couldn't wait to ride the waves once we bought the floats and Guy blew them up. I was never relaxed as they dared the extremes.

Motels are almost a thing of the past as far as the beach is concerned. VRBO and AirB&B and other rental places are now the rage. For a large gathering, this is the way to go.

On this recent beach trip, there were four of us. Guy was the only male, and what a good sport was he.

After struggling with codes and luggage and groceries, we settled in for the night. Each exhausted. However, as everyone else went to bed, I stayed on the deck, listening to the raging ocean below and thinking about how vast this world is.

Sometimes I forget there is life outside my little town. That people are rushing to and fro to make a living or to follow their kids or grandkids.

Relax? I don't think any of us do that enough. It takes a beach for me to breathe.


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