Great story in the same vein.
94 and we are running the Back with a bunch of guys from Thundermist Striper Club. We are at Peaked Hill Bar about 2 in the AM and here comes this kid in a Tacoma towing a tin boat. So Lanny tells numb nuts that the beach is washed out right up to the dunes before you can get to High Head. Kid says FU and off he goes.
About 20 minutes later here comes the tin boat drifting down the shore with no one in it. Found the kid, when it got light, with the Tacoma buried to the windshield with the waves crashing over the roof.
