The Days Grow Shorter
I met a blogging comrade today at o'dark thirty at LPB. I won't even bother to say what time I left the house. What I found distressing was that it was still dark when I arrived at the break, so dark that I had to drive slowly (on PCH!) and stick my head out of the window in an effort to find the entrance.
I miss the early sunrises.
How was the session? Fine. That place still makes me nervous, but I think this session helped me to shake my unnecessary fear of that break. I'm anxious to go back there and surf aggressively (like I do when I'm completely comfortable). I won't wait years before I go back again.