The past week has been dead, dead, dead. Undeterred, I’ve been slogging my 9-oh log jammy out to various spots. One foot, two foot, three foot. It doesn’t take much to have fun. I’ve been relishing in the small wave action. Maybe not the longest sessions on earth, but perfect for grabbing a few nice rides, heading back to familiar shores and snapping off a few captures in the late afternoon gold.
If it doesn’t pick up soon, a trip to La Michoacan may be in the near future.
It’s getting hot, folks. I mean like, hot hot. Summer is on the way and sitting out on the water for 2 hours, mid-day/afternoon just isn’t so smart. So I’m going to start conditioning myself for the dawn patrol. not necessarily to fight the crowds, rather to fight the heat (and the burn).
So you’re saying I don’t have to bring my wool thermo lined black boardies to surf in ? ;-)