I had to go all the way to Maine to see a sufficient number of rocks on the beach. The beach I live by here in Florida has few visible rocks--they are all hiding underwater to trip you up when you wade in. Ouch!
Beaches are so different; on the Olympic Peninsula the rocks are big (everything is big out there), and the driftwood is even huge, from big trees washing down the mountains. In Bermuda there are fairly large rock formations, pink sand, and gorgeous turquoise water. No matter where you are, sometimes the water kisses the shore gently and sometimes it just gives it a big old smack.