A lot. Probably a couple hundred souls.
I was a beach lifeguard for several years through college, at crowded California beaches that catch the big south swells and break BIG in summer. And here come the vacationers from Arkansas, Montana, Michigan etc, that never saw the ocean before & don't appreciate the danger....their white legs reveal them! Triple-overhead barrels crash!! Brookhurst St. super-rip current's tremendous suck!
That's opposite of were I live now. Here surfing is a cold winter sport, Thanksgiving to Easter, summers go flat.
One memorable time I rescued a whole group of 5 little kids on a huge surf day (when crashing big waves sound like dynamite blasting) and they were fine. But the darn little petite mother was freaking, running back & forth on the shore. Just as I swam the kids in & we almost reached shore, she ran out & ended up nearly dying. She hadn't even been swimming but she was my hardest resuscitation case ever...ambulance, intensive care, whole 9 yards, but lived in the end. Her powerful mother instincts drove her I guess. Some other times other folks didn't live, and there were some suicides on the beaches too. Ugggh.
Another time I rescued a group off a sunken boat, and had to swim back out for their growling dog. Grrrrr Grrrrr all the way in to shore. Nice doggy?
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