We found ourselves at the beach this afternoon, and seeing that we were within short walking distance to the cache, I decided to "just take a look".
Tide was sufficiently far out that getting to the site was not a big deal. After examining the hiding spot and deciding it was "No big deal", I went back to shore and put on some shoes. Wading back out I tried various methods but finally settled on the brute force approach.
Thrashing my way to the cache, I could feel various layers of my dermis layer getting shafed off. Seeing that retreat looked just as painful as going forward, I perservered on. Having my hand on the top, and even touching the prize at one point, the structure gave a rather alarming wobbel at this point. Several scenarios flashed through my mind, none of which had a pleasant ending. Perched there with one hand on top, I weighed my options. In the end discretion was the better part of valor, and I thought it safer to retreat than to thrash the final few feet to the top, perhaps putting some undue strain on the already seemingly precarious hiding spot.
Next I had to consider the best way to get down. Jumping looked like a rather unpleasent option, both becuase the landing did not look as soft as I would like, and also concern for putting some further strain on the structure. Therefore, left with few good options, I tried to reverse my moves down as gently as possible. This proved even more painful than the ascent, and in the end, with a cry of anguish and pain, I jumped the last few feet to the ground, falling sideways into the uncoming surf, which gave new meaning to the term "putting salt on a wound" on my now flayed arms and thighs.
After ministering to my wounds, and allowing for a suitable recuperation period, I will return with an alternate plan. L: skin and small amount of blood, T: splinters and pain TFTH