No matter how much you love the beach, a crowded one is not fun; it can be overkill. Screaming children, nagging moms and dads… sometimes you just need space. And space I found on a recent trip to Virginia Beach when my cousin Allison and I managed to escape the crowds by taking a short, 15 mile ride south to Sandbridge Beach.
Secluded and mainly residential, Sandbridge was the perfect spot to enjoy a quiet day at the beach. It’s five miles of uninterrupted coastline and the best part is that you will probably not find too many tourists because it’s all locals. And although the rolling sand dunes and tanning opportunities were amazing, the main reason we came to Sandbridge was to surf!
Meeting up with our instructor, Eric Coulson, my cousin and I head to Ocean Rentals on
From the Ocean Rentals office, Eric drives ahead of us for a few miles down
We paddle out with much effort, but luckily Ocean Rentals picks a spot that is relatively calm but still has decent waves. Eric, the most encouraging and optimistic teacher that I have ever encountered, is patient and informative. He does most of the work for us in the beginning as he lines us up with the waves and gives us a good push so we can catch them.
My cousin is a natural and is standing on her board, gliding over the surf within her first few attempts. Meanwhile, I (having basically lost all courage and confidence) am using the surf board as boogie board instead. Eric doesn’t get down on me though and instead, just tells me to take it slow and try. What’s the worst that can happen? I fall… it is only water right?
So I do it. Slow at first, just as encouraging Eric suggests and I manage to get up on my knees and ride the wave that way. Then with each attempt in the remainder of our two hour lesson, I get closer to standing (while my cousin is in the middle of getting a Billabong sponsorship).
Then I do it! I am standing on the surfboard and gilding over water and it is exhilarating; you feel free and weightless and like the strongest person in the entire world. Of course, the feeling only lasts about five seconds, because before I know it, there is the beach and I need to end my encounter with glory and jump off the board.
I should have ended my lesson there, at the height of my surfing career, but Eric wants me to come back out. I am exhausted; surfing knocks everything you have out of you. Paddling, then wading in the water for a wave and climbing on and off the board—it is A LOT of work (and you will feel it in your arms and chest the next day and possibly the day after that). But I head back out and Eric lines me up with my final wave; I attempt to get up one more time and I almost do until the nose of my board goes splicing through the water and I wipe out! The recovery was quick and I am up and out of the water unharmed (except for my salt water consumption) within seconds as a concerned Eric makes sure I am okay. As I soon as I confirm that I am he wants me back out for one more try. He is the most personable and motivating instructor, but despite his pleas, I tell him that I am done for the day.
We run the boards back up to the beach and say farewell to Eric. He makes sure we know the way back and tells us he is going to hang around for a while because he wants to catch some waves of his own and boy he does. Allison and I watch for a while and he casually stands on his board and maneuvers himself over the ocean waves with the pole. From a distance it actually looks as though he is walking on the water.
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This is so great to hear how encouraging the teachers are. I tried to learn to surf once in Brazil and it was just useless, trying to jump up on the board when we practised on the beach. I felt like such a beached whale.