Written by SurfWriter Girls Suny Magdaug and Patti Kishel
On a perfect winter day when the holiday beach crowds were gone, SurfWriter Girls Sunny and Patti decided to put our metal detector to the test and see if we could find any buried treasure at Seal Beach.
Patti’s husband Greg gave her the detector a while ago, but this was the first time we had a chance to use it. We were excited with visions of finding lost jewelry and valuables or maybe a pirate’s stash of gold coins like in this Treasure Island book that Patti’s dad had when he was a child.
Scanning the sand, we listened carefully for the metal detector’s clicking sounds.
If smugglers from the early days of California had buried treasure on the beach they would have needed to be able to find it again, but where did X mark the spot?
Each time we heard a beep we started digging, only to come up empty. Nothing. Not even an empty can or bottle cap. Being a Beachcomber isn’t as easy as it looks.
One of the most famous beachcombers of all, Don the Beachcomber, didn’t make his fortune on the beach, but by opening a Polynesian nightclub with exotic, tropical drinks.
At the end of the day, the only treasure we had to show for our efforts came from a store – this Pirate’s Booty snack mix. And Greg quickly claimed that for himself.
What can we say, matey? “Arrgh.”
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