Well, I was visiting the spectacular “clothing-optional” Muir Beach the other day, when I decided to get Caesar-ambitious on its ass and scale some giant rocks that were off-shore. So, after some fearless, careful rock-hopping in waist-deep water (low tide, off course), I arrived at my destination, scaled the damn thing, and reached the top. Waiting for me at the peak of this Pacific monster was this!
So I traveled back to shore with one hand gripping the bottle. Unfortunately, it was empty when I found it. …I swear.