Adventure

The car stops and the view is obstructed. Of course the best views cannot be seen by simply driving to them. There is a price to be paid. Albeit rather small and usually completely 100% worth it. You step outside the warmth and comfort of the house on four wheels and head towards the trees. There must be a path somewhere. A wave crashes into land and a salty breeze reaches your lips, it's almost teasing you, letting you know you're close, but not quite close enough. The leaves crunch underneath you feet as you quicken your pace.
Moss is crawling up the trees and the ferns are trying their hardest to complete with the height of the old trees that chuckle at the young these days. For they had hundreds of years of experience and know that even though the ferns grow fast, they will never catch up to the age they have. The winds pick up the story of each long dwelling plant and carry it along, whispering it in your ear as you search for what they grew to protect from prying eyes.
You must be close by now, the path is more worn and the branches are beginning to thin. They've grown respect for you, if you've made it this far, you must be worth letting through to see the treasure behind.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you catch a glimpse of water. Pushing through the last stretch you stand quite breathless from both the walk and the view of deep blues and light blues and greens all mixing together in harmony to create the wonder that is the ocean before you. The sandstone walls, keeping it in are a mix of yellows and reds, swirling together through the years of work, telling a story and a life only they know and can laugh at. The trees behind create the green and brown backdrop, the canvas is painted and nobody had to do anything at all. The sand is picked up with the wind, dancing around you and you take in the sights of wonder. White. Totally white. The only thing not needing colour at all. Simply stunning.
Snap.
You take a picture but are disappointed. It cannot possibly capture everything. You close your eyes, hoping to imprint the image of complete natural perfection in your mind. As you turn to leave you take one last look for this must be remembered.