Oh, How Beautiful . . .

and flat. From what I can tell, it looked like this (i.e., flat) all day. I checked the cams when I got up this morning. There was nothing out there. It wasn't worth my while for my surfboards and I to head west hoping for the best. Once again, I got on the bike. The group I was with said they were going to do the route for the bike portion of tomorrow's L.A. Marathon. No, thanks! I work in a cubicle all week. The last thing I want to do on the weekend is ride east through Downtown L.A. and its skyscrapers filled with cubicles. I don't want to be reminded of what I'm forced to do 40 hours a week On the weekend, I need to see some open space. That's hard to come by in L.A. For me, the only open space left is the ocean. Suffice it to say, they went east. I went west. I checked two spots, hoping I'd find a little swell in the water, something to give me hope for a possible session on Sunday. Let's just say, it's not looking good for a Sunday session. I didn't see one real wave anywhere. Pathetic.

Later in the day, I spent some quality time with the shaper of my new board. It won't be making an appearance any time soon though. It'll be at least a month. That's fine. I've got to do some selling before I can do some buying. This gives me time to get my finances together.