New rule: I must make surf posts on the actual days I surf. I’m losing track.

#22: I surfed with Bobby. The ocean had glassed off after days of north wind. Small and gutless, but pretty. A sea lion barked. The sky, I believe, was clear and sunny. I rode the 8’0″.

#23: Solo session, again taking advantage of the break in the north winds. What looked like a waist-high peak proved to be head-high, with shoulders that went nearly to shore. Success.