Hey Travis,
Yesterday, I walked from my room (red arrow) to the frozen rum drink place (blue arrow), and then I zigzagged down the beach until I fell face first into the water (blue line). Then a St Bernard looking animal picked me up by the scruff of the neck (I wasn’t wearing a shirt but I didn’t feel a thing) and dragged me back to my room.
Top that,
Mike
el Kib
Did the St.-Bernard-looking animal have a neck cask of Planters Punch (or perhaps SPF 30 sunblock … ) to ease your suffering?