The Spitting Cave of Portlock Ate My Slippers...

Dear Spitting Cave of Portlock,

I would appreciate if you'd give me my slippers back.  They are my favorite ones, and I had just worn them in to the point where they were really comfy.

Much obliged,

Hawai'i Topher

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Backstory:  I stopped at a shoreline cave I had heard about, since I was close to it after doing some SUP (Stand-UP paddleboarding).  Many things in Hawai'i quite often do not point themselves out, and you just have to sort of know they exist since there aren't signs.  This makes it hard for tourist, but awesome for locals.  Dave and I went down this small, quiet street in Portlock (where the average home price is well over 15 million....Dog the Bounty Hunter lives here; he has a painting of himself on his driveway gate; picture something really gaudy in your head and then multiply that by at least 3)...I digress: We barely noticed the little passage way between two homes which lead down the volcanic, rock-lined coast to the Spitting Cave of Portlock.  The short but steep trail opened up to this:

T3i: SS 1/20, ISO 100, f 22.0, FL 19

The Ocean has eroded the volcanic rock and formed the cave in the picture below.  I've decided that a more apt name would be the Violently Erupting Cave of Portlock, because the water pressure builds up so much that it seems to erupt shortly after a swell of water enters.  It looks calm, but it's not.

T3i: SS 1/125, ISO 200, f 9.0, FL 18

I decided that I could hurry out to the edge before a swell started in order to get this picture...

T3i: SS 1/65, ISO 100, f 7.1, FL 22

...but I thought wrong!  I successfully snapped the photo (the daredevil side of me made me do it), but I found myself caught in the next swell, and when I ran for safety the Ocean gobbled up my slippers.  I was determined to make a swim for them.  Unfortunately the water here has strong undertows, and moves incredibly fast, so I had to make the responsible decision to let them go and avoid the possibility of being swept into the cave (awww...who are we kidding?  Dave made the responsible decision as he sat safely on the top of the cliff and refused to hold my camera, while also stating he was going to tell my sisters, and requesting that I answer the following question first: "who should I call first when you meet your maker?***"  Dave should have been on the debate club, he had compelling arguments!).  Hindsight 20-20, I agreed with the right decision so I get a little bit of credit, right?  Here are my slippers just floating away...      (a note to concerned family: don't worry I exaggerated this whole part and was never in any danger...oh no, what to believe?)

T3i: SS 1/160, ISO 100, f 7.1, FL 43

Scoreboard:  Spitting Cave of Portlock: 1,  Topher: 0**

The Spitting Cave of Portlock in all its glory: The next set of pictures are a slide show of the sequence of events (Time-lapse: 20 sec).  Click on the first picture, which should activate 'full-screen' mode.  Then click directly on that photo and each subsequent photo will appear with each mouse click (just be sure to click on the photo; if you click off the photo it will exit back to this area).  Enjoy!  Thanks for reading!

(T3i: ISO 100, f-stop 4.3, FL 18, SS range varies between 1/750 to 1/1250)

***Ross, Dave has temporarily decided that you get the call.    Ha. j/k.
**Game still in progress.  I'll be back...this is a battle I intend to win.