What it comes down to is this: At the end of each day, I ask myself, “Why did I not surf?”
For weeks, the answer’s been, “Too big.”
And after days and days of double-digit buoys, my patterns change. Caught up in the here-and-now chores demanding my attention, I forget to check the swell. I lose track of the wind. I schedule things without consulting the forecast.
And then I miss a day. Damn.
Was thinking of hitting South Beach in Crescent City this weekend, but a dead sperm whale has been, and still is, decomposing on the sand there.
At least no one’s talking about dynamite-ing it.
So, Jennifer….Have you heard the new Delta Nationals CD yet? The first cut is called “Camel Rock” Yep, it’s a surf instrumental. Dedicated to you and your kind.
Ask Monica for a listen.
After listening to you and Syd the other day at changeover, I checked out http://www.theexplodingwhale.com and about died. THAT was funny, especially the Cadillac that took the brunt of the blubber. Very therapeutic.
And you WILL like “Camel Rock”…it’s boss