The Night the Ocean Disapeared
It was Friday Night, the 39 Chevy and it's passengers were gassed up and we were headed for VA. Beach. Unfortunatly for us there was a weird storm a brewing and we were heading right for it. What the heck, these storms blow over quickly.
When we finally made it to the strip as Va. Beach is called all hell broke loose. One of the strangest thunder storms I have ever experienced blew through. It only lasted about fifteen minutes but what a storm.
After the storm we decided to go down to the beach and throw frisbees til dawn. When we got to the beach we could not believe our eyes. The water was gone, well not gone, it was sucked out to sea by the storm and was about a half mile further out than normal. Now this blew our minds and we knew there was only one thing to do. We started running across the massive sand bar towards the waters edge. We went way out past the end of the fishing pier. (The same fishing pier in Doreen's first photo.) It felt as if we were in The Twilight Zone and Rod Serling would be standing there with a fishing rod and some preserved minows.
All of a sudden I stopped in my tracks and realized that the ocean will probably come rushing back. So I turned screaming at the top of my lungs and ran even faster back towards the beach. I could not run fast enough. I notced how far out I was when I noticed all the hotels looked small. I knew I was going to die.
Both my friend and I made it back to the beach as dry as we were when we started our little adventure with one exception. I do believe I wet myself while sprinting back to the beach.
True story.
The Shore Drive Chevy.
