Finally at 7:54 I hear a car door slam and look out in time to see Jesse stumbling to the door. He looks like he has been chewed up and spit out. Here's what happened: he was so soggy from the rain that had been pounding the coast all day that once he got back to the car the remote wouldn't unlock the immobilizer. He had an extra change of clothes in the car and changed into dry clothes and stayed there trying to get the car alarm to cooperate for about an hour. He then decided that he would need to walk the 3 k's to the highway in hopes of getting picked up as a hitchhiker. He ended up walking for around 8 k's before some young folks from England stopped and rescued him. He took a picture of himself with his thumb up and decided that he needed to fix his hair and smile, otherwise he looked kind of scary.
Good news: he did find a few pieces of the rock. He was so happy that he got picked up that he gave one of the pieces to the folks that picked him up. I am so proud of him for giving up a piece, after all it never hurts to have Karma on your side.
We went back with a new battery this morning (We had bought one the same time that we bought the car and I had kept it in my purse for the past 7 months. Just cleaned it out 2 weeks ago and couldn't find it. Thankfully Ken had one! I found ours and gave it to Ken) and the alarm was fine and we drove the car home.
Yowsa. What a day for Jesse.