The beach

I used to wonder when I was a kid if I couldn’t swim out far enough in the ocean to see the continental shelf. I don’t know why this just occurred to me except that I’m writing a beach scene. I still sometimes look at rushing waters and wonder if I could beat it at my best – which, don’t worry, I fully recognize as being very far behind me.

Still… I used to be good in the water. And walking. I loved walking. Weird how we break, hm?

Author: therealcamlowe

Writer, occasional victim of pug crop-dusting.

2 thoughts on “The beach”

  1. All depends on where you’re swimming. I was diving in Okinawa Japan and we started at the beach. The shelf was only two or three hundred yards away. I can tell you that reaching the shelf and looking down into that blue black abyss was both terrifying and life changing. A beautiful void that I could not help but fill with a giant squid.

    I was glad to leave honestly, but I also really want to go back.

    Anyway, yea you can swim to the shelf if you’re in the right place.

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