Christobal has formed off South Carolina, but you would never know it. It sure isn't a re-play of Bertha. I can't even tell if there is any north to the little lines that are filtering in, but at least there is something to ride. And, big plus, the water is warm again! If only we had this 81 degree water last weekend... Checked Crossovers early, but it looked so weak and like it needed more size, especially to break with the tide as high as it was already. One guy was out, and caught a pretty good left, but it just wasn't inspiring enough. I went to the pier where there were already about five guys out. I paddled out to catch what I could before even more arrived. It seemed pretty boring at first, but got better. Right before Karen paddled out, I caught the best right I would get all day, one that peeled off perfectly with me sitting in the pocket. I should have just paddled in after that, as nothing ever came close. I surfed until it was time for the 10am surf lesson with Alex and Cecil. Cecil was a hoot. He wanted to wear his goggles because the saltwater bothered his eyes last time. But soon he decided he didn't need them, and was standing up crucifix style and weaving through the summer crowds like a bowling ball. I was laughing so much and high-fiving them today. Cecil is a natural. One little girl even told him he was "awesome!" Their moms were sitting up on the beach on towels hooting and clapping. Cecil said his mom was going to buy him a surfboard today. When I came up on the beach after the lesson, she wanted to know about boards, what to get for him, so I knew it was true. Lucky kid! Imagine, starting surfing at five years old...
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