Just down the road from the volunteer house was a place called Danger Point. For some reason every time we drove past the sign I just had to mutter, "Daaaannnger!" in a low tone to myself. So, you know us, that's all the reason we needed to go find out what was so dangerous.
The Birkenhead Drill.
The point itself is named aptly from the 140 or so ships that have wrecked here. A light house was eventually installed to help the ships navigate the waters. While we were there the sea was incredibly rough and the waves crashing into the point only enhanced the mystic of this bit of coastline. I was sure glad I was on dry land and not onboard a ship.
Check out this weird little foam circle we found nearby. We had no idea what it was but watching it wiggle was odd.