Surfing in the USA

I was hoping the Shawens and Abby and I would go out to Surfing Beach together before Jr. left, but Jr. was mad at me and Sr., well, was unmotivated by Jr. and my bickering. I decided then that Abby and I would go, or at least we would head out that way. I get there, Abby has just fallen asleep in the back finally(!), and as I pull into the parking area another car pulls in right behind me, a little on my ass. I pull over, stop, and plan on sitting there, letting Abby sleep for awhile. I am in no hurry.

The other car is blasting metal, I mean blasting (I didn't know Escorts has such loud speakers). This irritates me because I just drove an hour to get away from noise, but Abby seems to be sleeping well, so whatever. I sit there. The two occupants are very aware of my presence, and kind of try to hide their beer drinking, but then they figure they better check me out to make sure I am not calling the cops I guess (of course I have no cell and if people leave me alone then whatever), so the guy comes up and knocks on my window, wakes up Abby, and asks for food. I say ok, he goes away for a moment. They proceed to smoke something out of a pipe that is not pot. They scraped the bowl with a freakin animal butchering knife, which hello, this is Kodiak, but crap, I am thinking fuck do I just leave? But this is Kodiak, not a lot of bad things happen here, and while they are deranged, they seemed fairly harmless, and I am apparently stupidly stubborn.

Abby and I eat, the driver leaves, leaving the guy who knocked on my window there. Abby and I are eating in the car, and the guy comes back and says he'll give me a bottle of perfume if I give him food. I say ok to the food and tell him he doesn't have to give me the perfume, but he gives it to me anyway. He says he stole the perfume from his mom. Great. I give him him food, he asks for the perfume back so he can start a fire, and says some other weird things. He seems happy to get the food, and thus, I decide that we will stay.

Abby and I hit the beach, with all of my id and cards, work keys, etc. We play around on the beach for awhile, good fun. Low tide, not sunny, but fairly warm despite the occasional plop of raindrops on the head, and of course there's no one else out there.

We go back to the car. Expectedly, Abby has a wet sandy butt, so I want to change her diaper and pants. I see the guy heading back my way. Ahhh. I am racing to get her pants back on so I can get out of there! Her feet are wet, I am fumbling because I am trying to move fast, I get her in the car seat and there he is. He asks if I have any more food. He leans on my car (he is drunk and just can barely stand), but in my mind he is trapping me there. I firmly tell him I have to go. He finally stumbles away and I leave!

This is by no means a scary story for me, especially coming from Cincinnati, but something I would not expect on Kodiak, in the afternoon, at a remote beach!