My mom was driving, before dawn. I was the passenger and we were in my Toronto neighbourhood. She pulled over and I went into a convenience store. I purchased two no name brand beers.
Later, we picked up my sister and the dog. My sister drove and I was in the back seat. We were near the ocean, heading to the beach. We were driving on the water, floating along the ripples heading to Saint Martins. The waves became larger, and water fell onto us from an overpass. My sister kept driving, quite frantically, until the waves became taller than us. They smashed against the windshield so I told her to turn back. We would go to the cove instead, but I couldn't remember what it was called.