June 24 | Out to Sea
It was the weekend before our youth group was to leave for a mission trip to Mexico; it was mid-August. I was 17 and she 15.
I drove to the beach on the Spit, making sure we had plenty of towels for the drive back. We stopped about ten to twenty feet from the water’s edge and removed extra clothes, shoes, socks, and our glasses – as was our custom.
We waded into the water slowly, enjoying how the cold water was affecting the other’s facial expressions. When we waded in up to Melissa’s neck, we each took turns convincing each other to dunk our heads under.
We swam around for a little bit – the ocean was much too cold to stay in for too long – and then headed back towards the sandy portion of the beach to sprawl out and sun-dry.
When we got out of the water, we had a hard time finding our pile of stuff. While we checked the tide book and thought the tide was still going out, it had come back in. Our shoes and clothes were under only about six inches of water.
My glasses were gone.
Since I am blind as a bat without my glasses, we decided that the best thing to do would be for Melissa to drive us back home and explain the situation to our mother.
Because she was too young to have her driver’s license, I stressed the entire way home. I nagged her about doing exactly the speed limit, stopping completely at stop signs, and not attracting attention when we passed police vehicles.
We made it home safely, and ended up going to Anchorage a day earlier than the rest of the youth group in order to try out a one-hour optical office and get me glasses for the trip to Mexico.
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