It had been about 15 months. I'm pretty sure that's the longest I'd ever gone in my life. 15 months without seeing the ocean. That's a long time for someone that grew up on an island. Growing up every summer was spent at the beach on PEI and from grade six on I lived on the Island, up until college. Then every summer was spent back home. Even when I spent three years in Ottawa I made it home at least once a year.
My last visit to the ocean was Labour Day weekend, 2005 when I was last home. At least that was it until Sunday when Meg and I stopped by Ocean Lakes Campground in Myrtle Beach to visit some family on the way home a wedding in Charleston, South Carolina. It was a cold, windy, rainy afternoon and the ocean was restless- just the way it should be the first weekend in December. As much as I love the calm, warm waters of the summer, the ocean isn't really itself until it has cooled enough to chase everyone out of its waters, kind of like a host that enjoys guests, but never really relaxes until they're gone.
And we both know that the ocean is really at her best when there's a "weather bomb"... ;)
Posted by: Dennis | December 07, 2006 at 09:01 AM