That's Just Foul
I'm talking about the water, of course. We hit the Breakwater today. This was after eyeing RPB and quickly eyeing the Pier (only to find that we'd gotten a ticket, dammit). The waves weren't bad before the winds came up. What was bad, really bad, was the water. CYT and I got out after an hour; we couldn't take the sight of the water. It was truly disgusting. I don't know what that brown gunk is. It can't be anything good. In terms of waves, it was a good session. The shoulders were easy to spot. I felt fine. However, I don't think that session was worth half a parking ticket. No matter. There've been plenty of times at the home break when I either didn't pay to park (because I knew the Parking Enforcement guy wouldn't check the lot) or stayed past the expiration of my space. I guess it was my turn for a ticket.
I've got one more day of freedom surfing. Tomorrow's forecast doesn't look good. I'm fine with that. Monday's session at RPB felt like a gift. I do appreciate it and I'm not greedy. If I don't surf before I start this job, so be it. I'm satisfied with what I've gotten this week (and over the last four years).