|View to West of Point No Point
|On a clear day - you can see Seattle just over the rock
|The driftwood reminded me of a sea monster
|Darn wieny kept looking away from me
|Chris and Broccoli
|Don't worry - Be happy!
|He was lovin' it
|Sonny being difficult
|Point No Point Lighthouse
We had a great walk down the beach and back. When we were almost back to our starting point, I just happened to look out at the right moment and see a grey whale's tail surface and go back into the water. Danny and Chris just missed it, so we stood there watching for a bit and ended up seeing what I think was a small pod of greys. It was pretty neat, and I gave myself a little pat-on-the-back for taking them up there and being able to see something like that.
The patting-of-the-back quickly stopped and became more of a slapping-on-the-forehead when we got back to the car and I reached in my jacket pocket for my keys.
Panic set in and I began seeing "WTF!?!" flashing in my head (and certainly not in a what the feedback way). I knew my keys weren't in the car, because I couldn't have locked it otherwise. And I distinctly remembered turning around and re-locking the car once we hit the beach - just to be sure.
Danny and Chris decided they would retrace our steps, while I stayed there with the pups. The poor dogs were so thirsty and Brock had spit all over hisself. Of course - the towels and water were in the car.
Score two more points for Lauren.
I think Brock and Sonny shared my thoughts about the whole debacle. We sat down on a bench to wait and they were so embarrassed - they wouldn't even look at me.
I also text Ryan to tell him what happened.
Our conversation went something like...
Me: I lost my keys on Point No Point.
Ryan: Are you kidding me?
Me: No. I wish.
Ryan: Lauren, you are kidding me right?
Me: I would not joke with you about something like this... For this long.
Ryan: Let me know when you find them.
Me: I hope I get to do that.
Not too much time went by and I heard the glorious and familiar meep meep of the Forester unlocking. Some other beach-goers had found my keys in the sand right where we had decided to turn around. We think that when we were climbing over/under some of the massive drift wood, that my keys fell out and we didn't hear them hit the sand.
Talk about an interesting and unintentionally-over-interesting trip to the beach.