About 100 yards to the left of where we were sitting in the morning there suddenly appeared something long and slinky running to the surf. Our first thought that it was a bed weasel (AKA a cat since we have three).

Nope, it was an otter (sea or river I am not sure). It ran down the beach and into the surf. We played Indian for a while and tracked it all over and through the logs on the beach. It appears that the otters (I say otters since there appeared to be different size tracks) were having a grand time up and out of the surf.