I didn't call the crew this morning, after all, it was 37 degrees when I got into my car at dawn to go to Crossovers. I am the only one who is certifiably insane enough to paddle out into 3 feet at 10 seconds surf when it is that cold, right? When the waves came into view, I believed I wasn't that insane after all. The water was crystal green, and that breath of offshore southwest wind was grooming the little peelers into something actually worth freezing for. This was the first day for the booties. No one was on the beach for as far as I could see, the boys of summer all gone now. The water has dropped to 59 now. It wasn't that bad, really. I was in heaven for a little while this morning, all alone out there riding those beauties. Some of them were even shoulder high, and just reeled off all the way to the inside. By the time I left, the air temp had risen to 50 degrees. Woo hoo!
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