Here we are at the pier. We found some small, satisfying stuff here at the Lighthouse Beach. Also more dead fishies
I don’t know why Kim changed clothes. She only got wet again. By this time, I was in sneakers and socks, and playing chicken with the waves, trying to scoop stuff with my net-on-a-stick. Kim was in flip flops, and despite rolling up the jeans, the waves nailed her a few times.