So there I was... alongside the footpath at the Lanis bridge wedging my arm inside of a whole in a tree trying to reach my car keys that had fallen down it moments before. I had stashed my keys here before, but on this particular day, as I went to grab them after my surf, I happened to knock them causing them into the hole from hell! At first I figured, no worries, just reach in and grab um, how deep can this hole be? I lean my surf board against the fence to get a better look. The keys were nowhere to be seen and I could only squeeze my arm into about my elbow. I grabbed a skinny branch and started jamming it down the hole to see how deep this hole was. It appeared be a good three feet deep and I decided I would definitely need some tools. I turned to grab my board and start walking back to my house when BBBAAAAMMM! The board came crashing down to the ground right on the rail leaving a huge ding (oh and I should mention the fact that the boards not even mine!) I hitched a ride back to my house and jumped on my moped with a circular saw between my feet, a drill press on my lap, a long wire under my seat, and a headlamp. I know, real safe right, oh and let's not forget the fact it was raining! I made it back to the tree now equipped with an array of power tools earning me some pretty funny looks from the passing surfers and start fishing for the keys or least hear them, but have no luck. I then try to drill press holes into the tree in hopes to hit the big hole and see further down, but the drill isn't powerful enough. Next, I grab the circular saw just as my friend passes. We both decide the circular saw is a bad idea only inviting more danger, both to us, and to the line of cars on the road if the whole tree were to fall down. I decide I'm gonna need better tools and this time came back on the moped, in the rain, with a 3 foot tall axe between my legs and a saw under my feet. I looked at the tree trunk and literally guessed a spot about two feet down that I thought the whole may end and started sawing. I was trying to saw a wedge out of the side of the tree as to not actually make it fall. I now know how ironwood earned it's name! That shit is not soft. Alternating with another friend, we eventually get into the tree about 3 or 4 inches on the top and bottom of the wedge and start hacking at it with the axe. Eventually, the chunk comes out and we quickly crouch down to get a better look. We just barely reached the hole and we couldn't believe what we say lying on the ledge opposite the opening... my keys! With a lot of deep breathing and manipulating of the wire, I successfully looped the wire through the key ring and fished them out! Next on my to do list...get a fucking spare!
