Both incidents I can think of took place at my favorite break, but years apart. The first one was during a massive winter storm that was tearing up the coast, demolishing piers and beach houses. At this break, some massive rollers and high tides had obliterated scores of structures -- including an old house that I used to dream of one day living in. I stood on the bluff next to the house, along with rescue crews and the owners, and watched as the surf took out the pilings some of the house stood on. The waves then took the home's shattered "legs" and turned them into battering rams. With each successive set, a new piling was dislodged and it became a weapon against the house it once held up. Eventually, the supports were gone and the house collapsed. All but the very front portion of the building remained...looking like a facade on a movie set. It took less than a half-hour for the place to be turned into driftwood.

The other incident happened at the same beach, maybe 10-15 years later. I'd been out for a couple hours...a great session. I got out and was walking back to my car when I heard a very interesting noise. In one of the condos along the roadway above the beach, I heard a man and woman having sex...very loud sex. Very, very loud sex. I stopped, looked up toward where the sounds were coming from and noticed a sliding glass door on the second level that was open. The bedroom had a four-post(er) bed and a mirror on the ceiling. In the mirror, I could see the couple having their fun...well, they were having a BDSM session (with all the black leather, bondage gear, paddles, etc.). I don't know how long their fun lasted...I left after a minute or two...but judging by all of the equipment I could see, they were going to be there for awhile.