Chris: "Because I seem to have left it on the roof of my car when we drove out to lunch."
Oh boy. The kids who had come back early had already searched the parking area where we were and all the way out to the street. The only thing left to do was to drive up to where they had lunch and back.
In order to search such a long distance, with the distraction of all the grass along the roadside, we needed a plan. I don't remember being involved in the planning part, and if I had been, I would have voted 'nay'. Before I knew it I was being shoved out the window, face down. The car slowed, they had me by my ankles and a rope was tied over my head and attached to my jaw. Soon the confusion faded. With my mouth pried open with the rope they used my giant teeth as a rake. It's amazing what you can find along the roadside.
Actually we walked the trial. Though we did still find interesting things - a snake, some snake skins, 1 shoe, plenty of litter, and an ice cream stand - we did not find the wallet. Chris said he didn't think we'd find it or we would have already seen papers and litter associated with it laying about somewhere (like bank receipts, credit cards, etc). Which was a good point. Knowing this saved us time when I did see a wallet later. Of course that wallet was surrounded by used condoms so I knew it wasn't Chris's so I didn't even check.
Eventually we walked the whole trek on both sides of the street. Now my feet hurt because I didn't bring my orthotics for fear of getting them wet. We headed back to the motel. Now, even more trouble. And this can't be blamed on us.
Class of 2002. Oh yeah, the high school babes had arrived. This was a bad thing. Seriously. Not so much because the line, "oh don't worry honey, I'm sure they'll get fat once they're in college" isn't a good one, but because you can't guarantee that a high school grad is actually 18. Exit only, that's all I'm saying.
Now I was thinking perhaps the motel itself was actually the strip club, but seeing all the old people convinced me that couldn't be right. Oh dear, I hope not anyway. But the beach was fun. Not so much in the lets fly a kite and play in the water kind of way though. Mainly because the wind was not consistent enough to fly a kite and the water hurt.
Really. A big wave just smacked me like a wall. Ouch. And then the occasional almost drowning, the swallowed sea water and all that damn swimming against a strong current, surely takes any 'fun' out of this. At least there were plenty of people smart enough to stay out of the water and on the beach to mock us. Nice.