On the rock is the empty apple sauce container that Jonny the Photographer had ravaged and left for scraps a few moments earlier.
Because I'm carrying the empty beercans in my knapsack, and because the container is slimy with Jonny's saliva, I say: "I don't want to put that container in my bag." I look around but of course there are no garbage cans around here – not on this remote Gulf Island beach.
Jonny says: "We could let it float into the water with a little note in it. 'I am here, where are you?'"
"I like that idea. Let's do it!"
We didn't do it.