I don’t like beaches. On March 2, I spent the day at the beach (Ocean View Beach Resort) in Olongapo because it was my mother-in-law’s 80th birthday and that’s what she wanted. Although I spent very little of that time in the sun, I still got toasted, if you know what I mean. The day went a lot faster than I expected. Still, I had to pay to be in an area I didn’t want to be in.
I’ve spent way too much time at beaches over the course of my lifetime and I would really prefer not to spend any more time at any more beaches. I don’t like the ocean much either. I’ve spent too much time next to it or on it to like it very much at all.
The Beaches of Hawaii and Southern California
Yes, I voluntarily spent time at the beaches in Hawaii and Southern California. That was before it was forced on me. I spent many a weekend at beaches on the islands of Kauai and Oahu, something I wouldn’t care to repeat. I learned how to body surf and feebly attempt to ride surfboards and that’s about it. I probably spent more time reef fishing than swimming though. I don’t like to fish either, but that was the only way I was going to eat fresh fish when I wanted it.
I can’t remember the names of all the beaches I’ve been to and it doesn’t really matter. I can remember Ocean Beach and Mission Beach in San Diego, Lydgate Park Beach on Kauai and that’s about it. Oh, and the beaches in Olongapo, of course, including Baloy Long Beach (which most of the resorts are on in the barangay known as “Barrio Barretto”).
On the Ocean
No, I’ve never been on a luxury cruise. That is, unless you can call riding on a Navy ship a luxury cruise. I assure you, you can’t. I spent time on the USS Tawara, an LHA, and the USS Nassau, also an LHA, but years apart from each other. They were kind of like aircraft carriers, with helicopters and Harriers instead of fixed wing planes. Well, a Harrier is too, sort of, but those ships can’t handle anything other than vertical take offs and landings. I could be wrong and I’m sure Paul Thompson will correct me if I am.
I can’t be completely negative about being on the USS Tarawa, however, because I was deployed on it when I met my future wife (Josie) in Olongapo way back in 1983. We married in 1985 and we’re still married (30 years as of last January).
The Sand of the Sonora, Mojave and Sahara Deserts
If you take away the ocean from the beach, all you have left is sand. You can find plenty of sand in any desert. I’ve had the unfortunate history of living in deserts, whether I wanted to live in them or not.
I lived in Arizona for years (Sonora), I was stationed in the high desert (Mojave) and I was deployed to a middle eastern desert (Sahara). Needless to say, me and sand aren’t on friendly terms. I once shaved my head solely to keep it out of my hair.
Life’s a Beach
I apologize. I’m addicted to a game called “Hungry Shark Evolution”. One of the death phrases is “Life’s a beach”.
Anyway, the reality is this: If I never spend time at another beach, it will be too soon. Unfortunately, Josie can be very persuasive when she wants me to go somewhere and I’ll leave it at that.