There’s a little bit of surf today. I heard there was something to ride yesterday, and I’m thinking that there will be something again on Friday. Of course, the weekend will be junk. Somebody had to take a stand, so I’m going to take today and tomorrow off and see if I can get wet a couple of times instead of missing it and complaining. So this is a quick one between a dawn patrol and the deadline for Weekend!
It’s still disconcerting to roll up at my usual spot and see nothing recognizable. The gods of waste have harvested all the old houses. After 50 or so years of going to the beach down the same path, the homes had become like old friends.
Now I do tend to get sentimental about old houses. They just have more soul than the new things they are putting up to replace them. Plus, those new ones are monsters that hold two giant families and are intended for the rental market. Just what I needed, a nice big crowd. Wait ’til somebody learning to surf runs over the wrong kid. Parking meters and designated surfing areas, here we come. I give it less than a decade.
So kiddies, grab your boards and go surfing every chance you get. As a matter of fact, if you are reading this on Thursday, the call would be to head south today and catch a Friday and Saturday session down in central Florida. It should be twice as big there as here. We’ll be in the waist-high range, and they should see shoulder to head sets tomorrow.
Either way, go surf while you still can.
A long stretch out of the water appears to have irritated your inner cynic to the point where it's broken out in an unsightly rash. Don't scratch or it will bleed. Apply waist high mush for two days and I expect it will clear up nicely.
Hang Loose / Pura Vida
Posted by: Whiskey Tango | 04/15/2010 at 02:43 PM