I walked out, and found that it was SUCH a beautiful morning that apparently a couple of good 'ole boys, with the help of Jim Beam, decided to dunk their toes... I mean... tires... in the surf.
It appears that they took the curve coming onto the beach area a bit too fast at 2:38 in the morning (when our dogs started barking inexplicably), and lost control.
One of the guys started banging on doors trying to find a "ride back into town," and the other guy found a shed behind a neighbor's house, where he passed out. They found him sleeping it off in the morning, and held him at gunpoint until the cops came to take him away.
I posted pics on the local FB group, and much hilarity ensued in the comments.
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