Walked out to the pier while playing my Mandolin, and my friend Kettle was fishing on the pier when I got out there and looked to the West and had me look to as stated my surprise it was literally 8 minutes until before it started to rain like a quick monsoon. So he said go to your car now so your Mandolin does not get soaked. I listened and walked to my Jeep and made it inside the door of my Jeep and the rain fell so hard down to Earth and I got to be dry and Kettle saved my dignity by him being a humanitarian towards me to alert me to a weather-cloud-system so powerful that, had my friend Kettle not been there out fishing this past Sunday my emotional side would have been stretched to a sadness if my Mandolin got soaked. Instead Kettle helped me greatly. Unfortunately, today he passed away at this same spot and I am with another of our friends remembering the love that a fantastic member of the human family shared with us. It was natural causes. The reason I am sharing this lengthy of a post is to say that this beach is a great place to be and live, laugh and love each other and experience pleasant memories together and enjoy life.