In Gamagori there is an island, just off shore, housing a collection of old Shinto Shrines. It’s a small island, not even a mile across.
Besides the shrines, there are beaches around the outer edge of the island which are known for their shellfish.
After paying respects at the various shrines, it’s a quick walk back from the exit, though not necessarily and easy one.
There is an uneven path set between the hill the shrines are perched upon and the surrounding beaches. Some places are quite steep, especially for those wearing inappropriate shoes. The walk is only about 15 to 20 minutes, depending on how many pictures you stop to take or shells you decided to collect.
My friends and I took about 40 minutes for obvious reasons.
Had a great time with mom last weekend. Been busy as hell since then. Big project at work had me working lots of OT, but since I’m not supposed to go over 40hrs, it looks like I’m going home early today. It was crazy. Boss treated us to a nice lunch. Thanks boss!! Have a great weekend all!
Hope everyone enjoys their labor day! I have a feeling that I will.
Didn’t get to go to the beach as much as I promised myself I would. Not by a long shot. I mean, the beach isn’t my favorite place to be, but I’m trying to become a more rounded person by not avoiding things that don’t automatically appeal to me.
There are many things I like and there are things I dislike. There are things I am alright with and things I can easily forgo doing. Then there are things I don’t do just because.
Beaches fit into this category.
But I do have to admit that they are very pretty. For the most part. Maybe the appeal of beaches have more to do with the memories made at them then the actual piece of land?
I remember the first time I saw the Pacific Ocean. My friend and I were returning from a great time in California. A little after lift off, my friend grabbed my arm and pointed to a patch of beach where the surf met sand, out the window. That was breathtaking. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be on that little bit of beach with my friends.
But that was years ago and my love of sand and waves never really grew beyond that. Except for the time brother and I watched fireworks on the dunes that time, I’ve never felt the compulsion take me.
And now summer is half over.
I’d better get off my backside and go at least one more time, other wise I will have to wait another year before I can try again.