Or is that our lives?
Today gifted me with one of my more fun time passing markers in the form of a visit by my violin master mate, Richard. In town for a short concert series, and barely able to rise after a 3.30 bedtime caused by a way over time afterparty (and possibly too many glasses of red) he was still up for a near to 6.30 pick up and run to Bell's where we were surprised to find a rising swell with some sets well over twice the three feet forecast.
My finless was taken for a literal spin by Rich, why I opted for the 6'2" thruster before going in and swapping for the small alaia and a salad toss couple of waves.
Then the legs started to cramp.
It's a long way out the back at Bells when all you have is the legs to kick about.
Bodyboarders. Respect.
One screamer across the bay where I did hold a line gave some thrills before I lost my little wooden edge and was buffeted right up the beach.
The net result was a varied session amongst a friendly though diminishing crowd. Pics of Rich as he came in after I left the water a little earlier that normal due to the odd crampy leg or three.
2 comments:
wow - that water is so blue
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