When surfers don't surf. we lose our marbles. Go crazy. Get antsy. Take up self-destructive habits like betting on dogs running around a circular track. We have to escape the grind. And so a few of us set out at dawn yesterday, undertaking our own version of The Search - attempting to find waves.
Well what we found wasn't like this.
And, I didn't even ride any of my boards.
We didn't see any barrels, but we met a new friend, rode a different board, surfed a different spot, caught a few fun ones and had a few laughs over brunch and definitely put a marble or two back in the mental marble jar to tip the balance in the direction of Yew!