descriptive essay

Cassandra Hayes
Mrs. S. Aiken
English 1101 – descriptive paragraph
August 25, 2009

My Trip to Jekyll Island

This summer on vacation, I took my three children to a little island off the coast of Georgia, called Jekyll Island. After a three hour drive and endless questions like;“Are we there yet?”, coming from the back seat from three very anxious little girls; we finally began to smell the warm salt water and see the palm trees swaying gently in the wind. All of the sudden the whole car seemed to get quiet. All the anxious commotion that had been displayed on the trip from my daughters had seized. I was shocked to see them so wide eyed but yet quiet as if they had so much going through their mind they had no idea how to get the questions out of their mouths. We drove along what seemed to me to be a photogragh of never-ending lines of beaches. The beautiful light golden sand beaches covered with sand castles, different colored beach towels, and coolers. You could hear the waves softly coming upon shore as the tide had already began to drift back out into the never ending oasis under the sun. The sparkles of light were like mirrors reflecting the sun so brightly into my eyes I had to squint. My children abruptly rushed out of the car to the boardwalk sounding like a herd of racing horses with their sand pails. I was bogged down as if I were a bag lady carrying everything else we had. My children to excited to offer a helping hand ran off like they were running for the sprint cup. I remember thinking on my way to the beach of how much I had prepared for this vacation and how much work it took just to get in the car. I wondered if i was even going to be able to relax at all. My girls made their way to the beach running through a flock of seagulls, carelessly, to the nearest wave that had rolled upon the shore. It took almost ten minutes for me to get to where they were because i had to carry all of our stuff. Finally, as I laid back in my beach chair with my feet in the sand knowing it would be just a few more hours before I would have to make that dreaded trip to the car. I closed my eyes knowing that I would have only a few precious days to enjoy putting my feet in the sand and having these three little sand devils occupied long enough for me to enjoy the sun. As night time fell and the other tourists like us made their way to their rooms on the shore, I turned around to catch a glimpse of what seemed like the ocean taking its rest as well. With the moon beaming over head I knew it was its time to relax. The waves seemed to calm and the man on the moon beamed down over as if it was admiring his reflection on the water as much as I was. It's funny how I never stop to admire it's beauty because I am always so busy with life's normal routine. The skys were almost like a bowl of little lights poured over the earth, and the ocean seemed to have no end. We headed to the hotel room just over the sand dune. I laugh thinking about how eager the girls were to get here and now how eager they were to get in a nice warm bath and relax. Maybe, after all I would be able to relax, slow down and enjoy my few days at the beach. Somehow all the effort I had put into this trip all seemed worth it.