So the other day Doug and I again decided to camp on the beach. We set up our tent on the sand fairly close to our car, made some ravioli, crashed in our sleeping bags because it was a little chilly/windy and went to sleep.... Then came 3:30am....
"Lyd! Get up!"-- Doug yells this and I open my eyes only to feel water slamming into the side of our tent and underneath of where we were sleeping.
My initial thought- "Oh my God we are in the ocean!!!"
So what do I do? I take a big breath and hold it!
Then I realized Doug had gotten out of the tent and was taking our things back to the car!
My next thought--"okay we aren't in the ocean, a wave just hit us (my bad)" I let out my breath and then have a minor panic attack ( Doug thought I was going to faint!) I'm telling you- it was like a scene straight out of a bad soap opera...
So as Doug is rushing to get things back in the car and preparing to move our tent I look for our flip flops that were sitting right outside of our tent the night before... Much to my dismay I did not see them.
So in a very winey voice I yell "Doug IT took our sshhhoooeeess!" (As I run to the ocean with open arms to look for them---like I was actually going to find them)
Luckily Doug found them and we were able to move our tent up further where the tide wouldn't get to it.
I know we probably sound like idiots but we had our tent set up quite a distance away from the shoreline. Later on we learned that a big swell had come in that night and that the same thing had happened to a few of our camping neighbors. We also learned that apparently I am VERY dramatic at 3:30 in the morning! --- definitely a story I will tell my kids someday!
Side note: Doug and I want to wish a massive congratulations to my brother Logan and soon to be sister-in-law Kelsea Boleyn on their engagement! Such awesome news!!
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