New Month!
Drove up to Waddell Creek and surfed a few waves and the walls.
It was pretty empty, but, there was an enthused dude out there. Louder than the ear-plugs could deal with.
Hit or miss in different places along that beach.
Went to Davenport and had the most awesome Breakfast Burrito! And now will also add Whale City Bakery’s Blueberry Muffins to the test.
From there [Davenport] I went in to town. Saw someone’s Surf/Westside wedding…
No sign of Ray at all. Either he kicked that dude’s ass that hanging out there and went to jail; or, I pray that he’s on a truck to LA to get that fucking boat and fix it and sail it back up here. Please let the latter be the reality!
I went and crashed the drum circle spot. All kinds of shit. All kinds of funny shit and politics. Crazy shit. I now pretty much understand why I “hella” moved to northern California. Thank you Phil Hughes for the advice. I remember visiting in 1988 and being fascinated by it.
This morning I heard a story about the Cabrillo Music Festival on NPR.
In it they describe the “quaint and quirky city of Santa Cruz.”
After tripping on the whole scene… I went back up to surf at 4-mile. Why not?
It was fun, no-doubt – always is. But right now are the dog-days up here. Last weekend was the anomalous summer session that disappears until late September. Now is a good time to get in shape for winter I think. The more paddling, the better.
Got it alone. Third or fourth time for me like that. Remember, if it was any better there would be a crowd.
When I came back up the trail, a little boy asked, “How were the waves, dude?”
Thanks for the fuzzy feeling…
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