SeaCat
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The wife and I decided to hit the beach today. We thought about which beach to visit and finally settled upon a local State Beach. Now because we are the people we are we had to do it our way.
When we pulled into the park the guy at the gate looked at us and shook his head as we paid the entrance fee. A short distance in we parked in the shade and climbed off the bike. Yes we took the bike. So here we are standing in the parking lot in 82° weather. We take off our helmets and peel off our leather jackets. The people near us at their car watched as I peeld off my jumpsuit and stashed it in the cargo box. They watched with much more appreciation as my wife skinned out of her jeans exposing her bikini bottoms. (She had exposed her bikini top when she peeled off her leathers.) The clothes were placed in the cargo box, the helmets were locked to the bike and we carried our leathers with us as we headed for the beach.
Now when we reached the beach we were greeted by more than a couple of people out there. All of them on the sand soaking up the "Rays" and having a good time. Some of them were even playing in the surf under the watchfull eyes of the life guards. The damned whistles were blowing every couple of minutes. We dropped our pack and pulled out the blanket setting up our little area. WE sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the scenery. Acres of well oiled sun warmed skin. Ahhhh Florida.
After a bit we wandered down to the waters edge and played in the surf. Here I was greeted by a sight I didn't mind in the least but one that does make me question the rules. The sight was several young women wearing T-Shirts with nothing under them. Now don't get me wrong, I find absolutely nothing wrong with this but it does lead me to wonder why we ban things like Thongs or nudity on the State Beaches yet allow this?
After a bit of this we went back to the blanket and my wife stretched out as I spread oil on her skin. Then I dug through the pack and pulled out a couple of items. I pulled on my rock boots, (Diving boots with hard soles.) then picked up my mask and fins before heading for the water once more. There is a nice rock reef a ways off shore that I always enjoy diving on. As I wandered down to the water I ran into the other problem.
Here came a Life Guard in all his glory and power. Red Shorts and white cream on his nose holding his sunglasses up. He asks me what I'm thinking of doing and I just look at him in surprise. One would think the Mask and Fins might give him an idea or three. I'm feeling a bit friendly so I tell him I'm going out beyond the waves to check out the reef. He looks at me then at the waves, puffs up his chest and tells me he won't allow that. I look at him, at the yellow warning flag flapping in the breeze and then back at him. He's doing what? He won't allow me to go for a swim?
I ask him on what grounds and he tells me it's too dangerous. I point out the yellow flag and he just shrugs while telling me he doesn't choose the flag but he does make the rules. We go round and about for a bit until his boss comes by. I talk with him and the Life Guard is told that I can do my diving. The guard gives me a really dirty look and tells me not to get into trouble because he won't be there to help me. I just smile at him and his attitude before heading for the water.
Well the diving was incredible even though I was dealing with four foot waves. The reef was in fifteen feet of water so once I was down below the ridge it was nice and calm. Because I wasn't using tanks I couldn't stay down as long as I wished but that too was okay. I also enjoyed the rollercoaster rides as I watched the reef beneath me. (You do need a strong stomach for this though. Woopsing your lunch through your snorkel wouldn't be fun, although it would be interesting to watch.)
When I had been out there for something like an hour I decided it was time to head in. I slowly swam towards the shore about 100 yards away. Now the waves had been building even while I was out there and I decided that it was time to have even more fun. I started timing the waves and found the one I wanted. This one was cresting at about six feet. I kicked hard for a few strokes and quickly found myself riding the wave just beneath the crest. I was right where I wanted to be and I rode that wave all the way to shore. What a blast.
We spent almost five hours on the beach watching all of the nice looking and even some of the not so nice looking people. I did manage a bit more body surfing as well. When we left we were both a bit worn out but feeling good. When we reached the bike several more people got a show as my wife wriggled back into her jeans.
All in all a great day although I still say the rules for the beach don't make sense.
Cat
When we pulled into the park the guy at the gate looked at us and shook his head as we paid the entrance fee. A short distance in we parked in the shade and climbed off the bike. Yes we took the bike. So here we are standing in the parking lot in 82° weather. We take off our helmets and peel off our leather jackets. The people near us at their car watched as I peeld off my jumpsuit and stashed it in the cargo box. They watched with much more appreciation as my wife skinned out of her jeans exposing her bikini bottoms. (She had exposed her bikini top when she peeled off her leathers.) The clothes were placed in the cargo box, the helmets were locked to the bike and we carried our leathers with us as we headed for the beach.
Now when we reached the beach we were greeted by more than a couple of people out there. All of them on the sand soaking up the "Rays" and having a good time. Some of them were even playing in the surf under the watchfull eyes of the life guards. The damned whistles were blowing every couple of minutes. We dropped our pack and pulled out the blanket setting up our little area. WE sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the scenery. Acres of well oiled sun warmed skin. Ahhhh Florida.
After a bit we wandered down to the waters edge and played in the surf. Here I was greeted by a sight I didn't mind in the least but one that does make me question the rules. The sight was several young women wearing T-Shirts with nothing under them. Now don't get me wrong, I find absolutely nothing wrong with this but it does lead me to wonder why we ban things like Thongs or nudity on the State Beaches yet allow this?
After a bit of this we went back to the blanket and my wife stretched out as I spread oil on her skin. Then I dug through the pack and pulled out a couple of items. I pulled on my rock boots, (Diving boots with hard soles.) then picked up my mask and fins before heading for the water once more. There is a nice rock reef a ways off shore that I always enjoy diving on. As I wandered down to the water I ran into the other problem.
Here came a Life Guard in all his glory and power. Red Shorts and white cream on his nose holding his sunglasses up. He asks me what I'm thinking of doing and I just look at him in surprise. One would think the Mask and Fins might give him an idea or three. I'm feeling a bit friendly so I tell him I'm going out beyond the waves to check out the reef. He looks at me then at the waves, puffs up his chest and tells me he won't allow that. I look at him, at the yellow warning flag flapping in the breeze and then back at him. He's doing what? He won't allow me to go for a swim?
I ask him on what grounds and he tells me it's too dangerous. I point out the yellow flag and he just shrugs while telling me he doesn't choose the flag but he does make the rules. We go round and about for a bit until his boss comes by. I talk with him and the Life Guard is told that I can do my diving. The guard gives me a really dirty look and tells me not to get into trouble because he won't be there to help me. I just smile at him and his attitude before heading for the water.
Well the diving was incredible even though I was dealing with four foot waves. The reef was in fifteen feet of water so once I was down below the ridge it was nice and calm. Because I wasn't using tanks I couldn't stay down as long as I wished but that too was okay. I also enjoyed the rollercoaster rides as I watched the reef beneath me. (You do need a strong stomach for this though. Woopsing your lunch through your snorkel wouldn't be fun, although it would be interesting to watch.)
When I had been out there for something like an hour I decided it was time to head in. I slowly swam towards the shore about 100 yards away. Now the waves had been building even while I was out there and I decided that it was time to have even more fun. I started timing the waves and found the one I wanted. This one was cresting at about six feet. I kicked hard for a few strokes and quickly found myself riding the wave just beneath the crest. I was right where I wanted to be and I rode that wave all the way to shore. What a blast.
We spent almost five hours on the beach watching all of the nice looking and even some of the not so nice looking people. I did manage a bit more body surfing as well. When we left we were both a bit worn out but feeling good. When we reached the bike several more people got a show as my wife wriggled back into her jeans.
All in all a great day although I still say the rules for the beach don't make sense.
Cat
