The swell is fading and the mid-week doldrums eminent…luckily there is a whole lot of pie in our future.
The sweet afterglow of a delicious day wafts over the horizon, delicately dancing a slow waltz across the drifting lines of swelldom, not a sound is heard beyond the sleepy shorebreak and twinkling stars. We are safe and sound, basking in the warmth of a purposeful day spent in the pursuit of truth. Surf and epiphanies were had and horizons expanded, as time slowly turns the afterglow dimmer switch to night.
Found some more surf last night at this spot…the swell was barely showing then and there were some sweet rides to be had…but it’s fully on right now, so am out of here to get some more.
Am back from a crazy trip to the East Coast…no waves were found, but plenty of adventures. So good to be back in California, excited to make things happen, super stoked on the possibilities…
Sometimes there’s no surf…always plenty of birds…which admittedly are pretty boring…but…so is no surf…so here is a bird.
No surf means being able to scan old and not-so-old photos…and then realizing you spend way too much time updating your blog and should instead be driving to Mexico where there is undoubtedly big uncrowded surf.