Shaking and soaked, we stood up and trudged through the wet sand, seaweed and debris, trying to go back the way we had come. The dry riverbed we had crossed that morning had become a raging torrent, carrying picnic tables, lawn chairs, umbrellas and every sort of trash. We considered fording it, but two hotel staffers frantically waved us back knowing we would have drowned in an instant.
Source: latimes.com – Los Angeles Times