It was warm and mostly sunny as we walked the beach toward the shipwreck. We encountered one late shark, and a patch of broken sea urchins.
We walked straight past the wreck, it turns out. A lovely couple whom we encountered proved to be looking for it, too, and they had also gone too far. The man and woman talked about how the wreck had looked in the 1940s, and where it had been on the beach.
When we found it, it was barely there. The couples' tales of climbing around on the several-stories-high rusting hulk at the surfline were barely credible, if obviously true. They were as shocked as we were!
We must have walked another 5km. Getting ready for the aches; the kayaking expedition coupled with this walk will do a number on me, I bet.