THE END

So it turns out Lana didn't wash ashore especially for our visit. Her giant dread was apparently a weather vane throughout the winter months!
By Sunday, her left leg joined her right arm and fell off.


I attempted to leave her here, under the front porch.
Until the owner plucked her from the grass and carried her away for fear of "creeping out the next guest."
Well duh. That was the whole point.