THE NOT-SO-ORIGINAL "SAND WITCH"
He told me to be careful in the water. Yes, the 6'4" 200+lb. jolly green giant told me to be careful in the water, beacause I'm just an itty bitty thing. Well - I showed him. I was just fine out past the break line. It was getting out of the water that caused me some problems. It took me two waves to realize I really shouldn't try to walk while a wave is building up. That's two waves and 6 feet from dry sand. The first wave was only strong enough to suck me in 2 yards and spit me into water so shallow my it didn't cover my knee. I had just enough time to stand up and take another step before the next wave drug me in another couple of yards and spit me out 6 feet over more sand than water. I was so beat up I got out without rinsing off. I had sand matted in my knotted hair. I spit out a palmful of sand. I blew my nose out which was full of - you guessed it - more sand. When I got home I took a nice 20 minute shower but I'm still brushing sand out of my eyebrows and digging the stuff out of my ears. Next time I'll consider listening to the jolly green giant.

 
Since I don't have any entertaining stories, I thought I would just share some pictures. Since this is only the third day of the trip, I'm sure the album will change a bit.