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Does Susie Sell Seashells by the Seashore?

If you didn’t read the post about the time my mother-in-law went to a medium, it’s pretty vital to today’s post. It lives here and it'll open in a new tab so you don't forget to come back over here. I'll wait. 

Okay, now you’re up to speed. Let’s do this...

Ever since I purchased my new camera, I've spent most of my waking hours daydreaming about places I'd like to go take pictures. Last Friday, I suddenly had an idea. I turned to CDG and said, “Do you want to go watch the sunset and take photos at Chapin Beach after work?” Her eyes lit up with a giant, "Yes!" We checked the weather, the time of the sunset, and the tides. The stars were aligned.   

There were only a few other cars in the parking lot when we arrived and they were all parked far away from each other. Towards the back of the lot, there was a horse trailer and two women were getting ready to ride their horses on the beach. I went around the parking lot spaces and pulled into a spot so that our car was facing the entrance/exit. The next car was at least twenty feet from us. It basically looked like this: 

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We walked up to the beach and stood at the beginning of the sand to check out the scene.

It was colder than we thought it would be, but nothing was going to turn us around now; the view was exactly what we were hoping for. The sun was starting its descent, but we didn't miss the actual sunset. It was perfect!

There was an elderly couple sitting on the rocks and a woman with a dog who was waiting to see where the horses were going to go before she let her dog off-leash. CDG and I decided to walk directly towards the sunset, navigating the tidal pools, checking out the patterns in the sand, and taking selfies on our way. The two women on horses headed off to the ocean which, at low tide, is about a mile and a half out. 

The water you can see is just a tidal pool. Then, there's more sand. The actual ocean is the last line of dark blue before the sky begins. In this photo, we're about 1/2 way out. I can't put it in words... you have to experience it for yourself. 

The water you can see is just a tidal pool. Then, there's more sand. The actual ocean is the last line of dark blue before the sky begins. In this photo, we're about 1/2 way out. I can't put it in words... you have to experience it for yourself. 

Alright. Horses, dogs, beach, yadda yadda yadda, photos, sunset. That’s not why we’re here today. We’re here to talk about what happened when we left.

After the sunset, we walked towards the car with the women on horses and went straight to the trunk to wipe the sand off our feet. CDG was still de-sanding and we were freezing, so I put my camera in its case and decided to warm up the car. I walked towards the driver’s side. And gasped. And stopped in my tracks.

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I was staring at four giant, perfect, seashells lined up outside my door. I'M. NOT. KIDDING. 

I asked, out loud, “Who put these here?” I knew there wasn’t going to be an answer. CDG poked her head around the side of the car. And gasped. Then, she laughed and said, "I guess Auntie Sue is glad we came here tonight!" 

I, on the other hand, continue to pile up the questions in this giant shell mystery. 

The shells that the medium gave my mother-in-law were given to her from a medium on the Cape. The beach we were on is on the Cape. There were so few people at the beach. Who put them there? Why? Why was someone that close to my car in a relatively empty parking lot? Why are they in a line? Why are they so huge? Where did they come from? They weren't there when we drove in. I would have stepped on them. Look...

Crocs® rule, Stacey! 

Crocs® rule, Stacey! 

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So, yeah. That happened. Again. Thoughts? Theories?