So all my hopes and dreams were dashed against the cruel rocks of chance.
A little dramatic I know, but darn that sharp rock I stepped on while goofing around with my boys in the waves!
No more beach hunting for me since the cut, albeit in much better shape, is still tender to walk on.
Had fun doing it once however, and plans have been made for another visit to the West coast (and a future trip to the Eastern seaboard as well, yippee!) so I have two chances to redeem myself and also to try beach hunting with a sand scoop.
Thank you for stopping by.
The Dirt Is Good To Me 
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