Paddled out around noon in enough crap to make for a kickass yard sale. Was over at the end where our crap makes it's way out sea and it looked kinda like the inside of my toilet bowl, with me being the turd floating around in it. Still, you sift through a pile of junk long enough and your bound to come across a few nuggets worth throwing some change at, and every so often I did find myself in the right place at that right time, and crap or not, was right pleased to be where I was. Now I think I'm going top it all off by taking a crap of my own. Such is the circle of life.