It was right about here, and likely 30 minutes later than when I took this photo, that I was walking with the wind at my back. It was now quite dark out, when the wind blew my hat off. Instantly it was gone and run as I might, it was too soon out of sight. Gone!
I walked the entire length of the beach to the hills in the background. Nothing. I did it again, Nothing. I came in for supper and resolved to go back out after and try again to find it. I got more than 11,000 steps, but could not find any trace of my favourite cowboy hat. Nothing.
The next morning I went out alone, very early. Searching. Nothing. Then Shirley came out about 40 minutes later and we hunted in the dune grass... everywhere. After about 15 minutes she found it partly buried on the beach. Sand had blown around the brim and covered it, but the top was sticking up. She hollered, "I found it!"
It had been raining off and on and we were pretty wet and cold when we finally got in. But we were most certainly the happiest cold and wet people.
"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done." Philippians 4:6