1994, summer vacation on Marthas Vineyard. We had rented a house in inland and had gone to Chappaquiddic for the day. Sat around drinking beer and what not all day long. When it was time to leave, i couldnt find my wallet. We looked all around the beach. Looked in the car, must've spent a solid 45 minutes looking for it. no luck. So we headed back to our cottage and i was praying i hadnt taken the thing with me in the first place. It was about a 20 minute ride back to our place. Spent a solid 1/2 hour look there. no luck. I, with my now wife and her girlfriend went back to the beach we had been at in one last attempt to save my week. No ID, no bars, no wallet, no money. It was gonna suck. Anyway we go back and still no luck in the sand but i looked out in the water and about 15 yards offshore, I could see something floating. I jumped in and swam out to it, and it was my wallet. I remember I was so shocked I opened it up to check the ID in it. I had gone in to take a piss probably 2 hours before we even left. Which was probably close to 4 hours since I had come back and found it. To this day, my friends who were there still bring that story up.
I guess the tide must've been right at the shift between going out and coming in but the damn thing was almost straight out from where we had been sitting. And this was the open Atlantic, not cape cod bay or the long island sound.
I guess the tide must've been right at the shift between going out and coming in but the damn thing was almost straight out from where we had been sitting. And this was the open Atlantic, not cape cod bay or the long island sound.