27 July 2013

Swimming in the Ocean

by Elizabeth Zelvin

I’m reveling in the all-too-brief season when you don’t have to be a polar bear to immerse yourself in the vast, salty playground that covers more than half of our planet and entices folks like me to cavort in the foaming surf around its edges. Yep, I’m talking about going to the beach, which to me is synonymous with swimming in the ocean.

I’ve been an ocean lover since childhood, when we used to visit an aunt and uncle who had a summer house in Hampton Bays, which back in those days was too working class to be considered one of “the Hamptons.” My grandmother, mother, and aunt were all indefatigable swimmers. To this day, I look incredulously at women on the beach who obviously have no desire to wet their hair, their bathingsuits, or even the polish on their toenails. Aren’t they hot? Do they know what they’re missing? How can they stand it?

Adolescent girls, on the other hand, plunge happily into the breaking waves. When I’m swimming alone, without a spotter, I sometimes elect a bunch of them my buddies. I ask them to keep an eye out for me in case I get in trouble. And I tell them to cherish the moment, because when they get to be my age, they may no longer have either the nerve or the companionship they’re enjoying now.

The Atlantic’s face is always changing. Every day is different. (I remember going to the beach in La Jolla, CA and being amazed at the reliability of the Pacific, at least between the frequent jetties: the waves were exactly the same from day to day.) My favorite set of conditions is when the tide is at the right height for me to stand beyond the breakers and sail across high rollers for that heavenly moment of weightlessness, then land on my feet again. To make it perfect, the water has to be warm enough not to shock me but cool enough to be exhilarating, and there can’t be any undertow to taint my mood with fear or make it difficult, when I’m ready, to get back onto the beach on my feet.

How different people like to take their ocean water seems to vary, to some extent, by gender. Most of the body surfers are guys, who catch the breaking wave and ride it toward shore, arms extended like aquatic versions of Superman in the air. Most women, like me, seem to prefer riding the rollers, calling “Under!” and “Over!” as each wave invites them to dive or soar. Lap swimmers seem to be evenly divided. I used to body surf myself—out of sheer competitiveness and a burning desire not to miss anything—but that was thirty-five years ago. I do swim laps in the ocean occasionally—a day when the water is safe and smooth enough for me to do a half-mile of the crawl, with breathing, is even more rare than a day when the waves are perfect for jumping.

The ultimate: clear day, perfect water temperature, waves just high enough to be exciting but without enough power to make getting back to shore difficult—and the company of someone who enjoys both ocean swimming and schmoozing as much as I do.


  1. Swimming in the ocean is the best

  2. I love swimming in the ocean, but not as much as swimming in a lake. I don't like pools much.

  3. Among the things my my mother taught me was: the ocean is better than the bay; the bay is better than a lake; a lake is better than a pool. As we know from what people read, tastes differ. :)

  4. I love snorkeling in the ocean waters around Maui. The salt water makes me more buoyant, plus that snorkel allows me to breathe forever while gawking at the colorful fish, corals, octopus, eels and sea turtles like a tourist come to their world.

  5. Liz, I have great memories of swimming and sailing in the Gulf, and once lived on the beach there for six months (after Camille but before Katrina).

    R.T., I think the clearest water I ever saw was in Hanauma Bay, on Oahu's east coast.

  6. Snorkeling, whether in Hawaii or the Caribbean, is a magical experience, but for me there's nothing like the bracing waters and big rollers of the Atlantic on the Northeast coast. By the time you hit North Florida, the water is warm and it even tastes different. Not at all the same thing!

  7. Elizabeth, I agree. I've managed to swim in 3 oceans and each is different. There's something about Mother Earth's oceans that rejuvenates. That's not mere hyperbole… Besides the exercise and clearing the mind, it helps clear allergies. What amazing liquid!

  8. What I said nonewithstanding, a New England sailing newspaper I used to submit photos to published a cartoon: A man is standing oceanside reciting a poem:

    "I love the sea,
    and the sea loves me."

    And behind him, a huge wave shaped like anthropomorphic jaws is about to swallow him.

  9. Great post. Reminded me of a summer we spent on Cape Cod.

    And you're right, the character of the water changes when you head south.


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