My ocean experience

After three long years, I finally received the privilege of revisiting the west coast of Oregon. The first time, of course being when I went with my loyal college comrades to beautiful Seaside. This year, it was with a group from church going to Yachats (pronounced YAH-HAUTS). Tonight, we decided after a thrilling game of hide and seek, that we were going to go down to the ocean and walk around in the water. Well, I may not be very familiar with waves, but I realized that they are very fast and wet. I found myself daringly walking on my very way toward China or maybe just Hawaii for this night. about five steps into the trecherous waters, I'm impaled with a demanding wave that wanted my very soul. It came upon me with such a thrash and with such watery splashiness, that I was wet almost up to my waist. I guess I just didn't really expect it, but just for an extra precaution, I rolled up my jacket up to my armpits (it was a decent jacket that I didn't want too wet, ok?). I was now prepared for a wave of any size to seize it's territory on my legs and maybe up to my waist or belly button, until one certain wave came. I called it the widow-maker. The hero of the wave society, if such a thing exists. Once I encountered it, I stumbled back a couple inches and became completely frozen from the waist down. And I mean COMPLETELY frozen from the WAIST down. ee gad! from that point, I considered myself defeated and retreated back to the ocean-side cabin walking like I'd crapped my pants. (I didn't)