07 August 2005

Thanks, But I Think I'll Pass

Let's just call the surf conditions . . . oh, I don't know . . . trying. As in trying my patience, trying to find a swell, etc. I don't surf on the weekends unless my husband makes it known that he has no plans. As a result of his latest motorcycle accident—notice I said "latest" but didn't elaborate or even suggest any feelings of ill will toward said two-wheeled apparatus—neither he nor his bike are able to do much of anything. I could have surfed yesterday, but opted to ride my non-motorized two-wheeled apparatus. Of course, I had to do my usual ride out to my home break. (You'd never know I used to ride up and down the coast. All I ever do now is ride to my home break and back.) I know the conditions were less than wonderful because I got there before 10 a.m. and Gracefullee was already out of the water. That NEVER happens. Knowing what I know and having seen what I saw, I still thought there might be something out there today even though it was cloudy, cold, and windy at my house. I keep saying that surfers are eternal optimists. We know the conditions will be horrible, but we think they'll miraculously change by the time we reach the beach (or get suited up or whatever). Once we got there, I decided not to get in. I didn't like what I saw. The waves were tiny and the wind was up. I saw two people catch waves and that was about it. So, as usual, we headed to Starbucks. Not just any Starbucks, mind you. We have to go to a specific one in the Marina since that's the one my little one likes. See, he's a big fan of the caramel frappucino. Kidding! He loves the scones. Whenever we go to the beach, he makes it clear he wants a scone on the way home. I don't drink coffee so I'm not into Starbucks. But I get a scone too. I had planned on treating this time—my husband usually treats—but I actually didn't spend any of the money I had on me. As we were walking through the parking lot toward the door, I found a $10 bill. Our food and drinks came to $11. I forked over the $10 and my husband handed over a dollar. Amazing. I never ever found money when I was younger. Now, at least over the last, say, five years, I find money on the ground all the time. Let's hope there's a little bit of something to surf tomorrow.


At 8/8/05, 6:47 AM, Blogger Whiffleboy said...

Not to be a Negative Nimrod here, but, it's looking bleak till Wednesday at the earliest. Even then we're talking only waist high sets. :-(

I'm not saying I'm too good for 1-2ft surf...well, actually, I guess I am. But anyways, this is one heckuva loooooong lull, Sis.

Next week, however...! :-)

At 8/8/05, 6:57 AM, Blogger Surfsister said...

I'm thinking I may go looking today. I don't mind small, especially since I have a log. I do mind wind though. But it doesn't seem to be too windy just yet. We'll see how it looks after I walk the little man to daycare.

At 8/8/05, 11:12 AM, Blogger gracefullee said...

I was out of the water by 8:30a on Saturday! And Sunday wasn't really so bad because I went in with the attitude that it was going to be crappy, so the waves I got were bonus. Plus all the people in the water were happy and joking with each other.

At 8/8/05, 1:38 PM, Blogger crustyripper said...

Forget looking for surf, just bike around looking for dollars! Maybe you should get one of those metal detectors and scour the beach after the weekend crowds pack up.


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