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Tricia prepared for a hike
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Ryan resting by the ocean
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A view of the beautiful (calm for the moment) ocean
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Waves crashing as we set out
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To your left, a rock that is a mid-height of sorts along our path
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The ocean stirring
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A view of the terrain at the top
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The ocean Ryan wants to hike down to "glimpse"
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Ryan hiking down
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Down a little further . . .
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Tricia staying on higher ground
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Ryan at sea level
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Just taking a look around . . .
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Just going out a little further (Tricia still up top) . . .
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Ryan wanting to get a closer look at the ocean
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The ocean wanting to take a closer look at Ryan
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And closer yet - can you see Ryan? (He's there!)
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After the water cleared
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Can you imagine what Tricia was yelling? She was a long way off; I couldn't hear her.
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Do you see me?
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You see why I couldn't hear Tricia?
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The waves cleared; she beckoned me back. Still couldn't hear, but there were some interesting gestures.
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Coming, Dear.
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No, there really wasn't anything to worry about.
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Tricia coming down to congratulate me
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Right?
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It really felt like a private beach.
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And I was already wet . . .
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Surely not, right?
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Wrong, and I promise the waves weren't that high when I put my boxers and socks there!
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Oh well, huh?
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Tricia still had clothes.
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My beautiful and understanding wife!
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A self-portrait!
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I still had the rest of my clothes, luckily.
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We had fun.
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This is where Tricia was when I was "down under".
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I found a cool hiking stick, too!
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I also hurt my foot. It's the little toe.
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Nonetheless, we made it back to our room! Adventure # 1!
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