A couple years ago, I went out on Dungeness Spit with my daughter. I saw it coming, so I jumped up on some driftwood to get out of its way. A family of five tourists that didn’t know to never trust Poseidon went from being 10 feet away from the water to being knocked ass over teakettle by a sneaker wave. Thankfully, their little ones weren’t swept out. I ran down the spit and my daughter, her boyfriend and I all decided it was time to go.