”Neither of us said much on the daunting half-mile trek back to the cars. Finally, as we slogged through the chocolate pudding mud flat just off the beach, my friend said: "Hey it was better than sitting inside watching TV, right?"
"I don't know," I said, feeling the sweat turning cold on my back. "Maybe watching the soaps might have been the better choice."
"Yeah, I hear you," my buddy said. "You may be right.
“About that time, a whooshing sound startled us….”