Unfortunately the riptide along long Beach may gave claimed another victim.
Nearly 72 years ago I was caught in the riptide off Long Beach. I know the fear, but I also know that it took me nearly half a mile along the shore before I was able to swim out of it.
You don’t swim against it, you swim with it on a diagonal to the shore.
Depending on he strength of the riptide, he may or may not ever be found.
I’ve read that you swim parallel to the shore. If you swim diagonally, you’re in it longer than you need to be.
You knew what you needed to do. Glad you made it.
They don’t call them R.I.P tides for nothing!
I was 12 when I got caught in the rip-tide. My father was waving for me to follow him as he walked along the shore. I swam parallel to the water until I no longer felt like I was fighting an unstoppable force. The waves started bringing me back in, but I was so exhausted that when I tried to stand up, the undertow would knock me down. I got rolled several times, swallowing water and getting it into my lungs.
My father swam out and brought me in.
Puking up beach water ranks among the top 10 nastiest things I experienced.
We weren’t down by Long Beach: this was Jones Beach in the 1970s.
I never told my mom. She was such a helicopter mom, she would have banned us from the beach.
After my husband and I got married, we would go to Kismet. Quiet, family friendly. Jones Beach had turned into a trash-filled mess populated by some of the rudest people.
We left NY in 1995. The only things I miss are the museums and the beach.
Yep - they had some “milder” riptides along the beaches at Myrtle beach and we would sometimes get caught in them while body surfing when there was enough wave action to support it.
Sometimes you could catch a wave and ride through the riptide, but we averaged about three “rides” before moving a half mile or so away from where we started even if we didn’t get caught in one of the stronger streams.