Storm Talks

I was going to a beach to meet Kex as, "We need to have a talk."
For some reason I brought a wooden ladder that my Dad had made. Son R was meant to be there as well but declined at the last moment and stayed at home with his pal.
K climbed up some steps into a beach hut on stilts. I stayed at ground level examining a dried up stream bed that obviously carried an immense amount of water in times of storm.
It was scary looking.
No talking yet, I remained at sea level clutching a wooden ladder and K sat up in the air in her beach hut.
Stalemate.