
At the end of our quest on our last day at the beach on Coronado Island, we were headed back to the car. Actually, we were lost and trying to figure out where we'd entered the beach. Suddenly, Craig spotted this thing rolling in on the waves. He waited until the tide went out and retrieved it.

A big turbo shell! Dead shell, no animal inside. A great way to end five days of beachcombing. The thing measures about 5 by 5 inches. I think my beachcombing angel was giving me a little present! Actually, I think I know who that angel might be! ; )
P.S. I need to put a little disclaimer to let people know we were not in a protected area when we found this!