We sail toward the beach til a wave takes us, and then we're surfing. Everything goes great until we're just about on shore. Then just as the bow touches the sand, the wave stands up and dumps us sideways. Much floundering, crashing, and dragging stuff up on the beach ensues.
We take the boat apart in a hurry in the shore break and heave the parts up the beach.
We survey the damage. A couple of clothespins are broken. Everything else is fine.
I lay down in the canoe and see what it would have been like as a coffin.