As my lazy Sunday was slipping dangerously close to entire-day-spent-on-the-couch status, Ramin, Josh, and Will showed up on my doorstep, wet, dripping, sandy, and wide eyed bushy tailed like the little surf groms they are, fresh from their high-tide session at the Hook. After opening a couple beers and scolding the young'uns for surfing the Hook at a 6.0 high tide, we decided another surf was in order...rode bikes on out to check in front, not a whole lot happening, took a short little neighborhood tour, and then I decided we should hit the road in hunt of bigger and better things, as they were headed home in that direction anyways. So we did just that, to find everything blown to complete junk...everything except our favorite little wind protected gem. Joined a couple others who were out there as well and had a really fun session, lots of little closeout tubes, occasionally an open shouldered wedge that'd peak up every now and then, and only one broken board. (Will's board, angry at being taken out of retirement in Iowa where it had been sitting at his parents for the last year or two (Iowa???), decided to buckle a few inches under the nose on one in the sand drainer. Not a complete break though, easy fix.) Surfed til nearly dark and then headed home. Picked up a bucket of KFC extra crispy on the way home and sat down with Selin for a late evening grease feast...it tasted a lot better than it sounds now, looking back.
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