I can’t say that I’ve ever understood the appeal of the beach. Little to look at unless you’re going to ogle the scantily clad, too bright to read without eye strain, often uncomfortably hot, and sand, sand, everywhere. Give me a big city, or the mountains, or a canyon, or rolling farmland… Or if it’s going to be the ocean, give me big waves crashing violently against sea cliffs, or a cacophony of birds and sea critters going about their daily activities. But lie around the beach? It’s on par with watching golf or NASCAR.
I can’t say that I’ve ever understood the appeal of the beach. Little to look at unless you’re going to ogle the scantily clad, too bright to read without eye strain, often uncomfortably hot, and sand, sand, everywhere. Give me a big city, or the mountains, or a canyon, or rolling farmland… Or if it’s going to be the ocean, give me big waves crashing violently against sea cliffs, or a cacophony of birds and sea critters going about their daily activities. But lie around the beach? It’s on par with watching golf or NASCAR.