As a beach-goer, I think I would fear take-offs much more than landings.
When I was a kid (a long time ago when airport security was much more lax) there were “these guys” who used to climb the fence at Anchorage International Airport and go goof around on the airport grounds. They would usually go at night and dress in all white, head to toe, to blend in with the snow. One of the things that they used to do was to lay on the edge of the runway, where the plowed snow met the pavement, as heavies would land (at night). The instant the jet would go by, they would sprint out onto the runway to “experience” the jet-wash. They said the 747s and DC-10s made a really warm wind and all kinds of 3D sounds. One night they decided to run out behind a 747 as it was taking off. They described running into a wall of wind that was so strong that it knocked them off their feet and blew them head over heals down the runway. Since it was dark and they were so disoriented, they had no idea how far they blew down the runway. They said that it was one hell of a ride, but none of them ever ran out behind a heavy taking off again!
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