Today Sean and I decided to head back to the beach. This time we went to Coquina Beach, one favored by the locals Visit Your URL. It was most excellent. Although the water was still between 55-60 F, we got in and “rode the waves.” Before long I got a pin-pricky feeling in my left leg, and it turns out I was stung by a jellyfish!

However, the real sting came when I locked the keys in Blue Steel. In a lengthy ordeal of finding someone to let us use their cell phone, I contacted AAA. It took them a “speedy” 2 hours to sned a locksmith out. It was a good thing that he came when he did too, because I had resigned myself to my fate, and began walking towards Blue Steel, rock in hand, in an attempt to pick the lock in my own special way.

After this whole fiasco, we payed a little visit to “Wings,” a giant store full of stuff for the beach and all sorts of tourist crap. It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but since there was one every 100 yards or so along the road, we decided to stop and see what all the ruckuss was about.