Dusk Patrol

After yesterday, we (as a family) were sick and tired of this heat. None of us has an air conditioner. We don't need one 99.9% of the time. But this heat starts to eat at you once you've spent several days and nights at home marinating in your own sweat. When Soul Brother #1 asked me what I wanted to do after work, I think he was hoping I'd say we were going to head to the beach. And he got his wish. We even took Soul Grandmother #1 along. She's been marinating too. In yet another first, I did my first evening session. Once again, the wetsuit was but a memory. It was too warm for a wetsuit and the water felt wonderful. The waves were not quite to my liking. It was not a good day to take the Tyler to a beach break. I needed a board with a little more rocker. In fact, I'd planned to take my funboard but decided not to when Pacific Waverider showed the surf as 1-2 and weak. It was neither 1-2 nor weak. It was more like 2-3 and poor. There was power out there. There just wasn't much shape. I still caught a few. More importantly, we got ourselves out of that heat.