At this point in my life, it doesn't get any better than three straight days of surfing. I've not been able to do anything like that for close to three months. I won't accrue any vacation time until I've been here for a year, thus it's unlikely I'll be doing any three-peats again until either June (if I take my paid birthday leave on a Friday or Monday) or Labor Day weekend. I wasn't even sure I could handle another day of surfing given the muscle soreness I already had, but I was wrong. By the third day, I was surfing like my old self, willing and able to paddle harder for waves. It didn't hurt that I was at the home break with most of the crew. You can't help but smile and laugh when you're in the water with this bunch. I spent several truly magical years with them. There was a time when most of us, for whatever reasons, were surfing together just about every day. During that time, I was either unemployed, working temp jobs, or working part-time. I had nowhere else to be in the morning, so I chose to spend my time in the water. Many of the others were in the same situation. Fast forward a few years and everything has changed. What we had is now over. It was certainly fun while it lasted.