Goodbye, Danny Boy...

Andy and I looked at the leftovers at the pier this morning and sighed. We really were hoping for a little more, despite yesterday's gifts. I called Karen, and told her not to bother. She had to go into work early anyway, and these disorganized dribblers were not worth rushing around for.

After standing there for a bit, Andy suggested the possibility of just looking at Matanzas, just to see if the sandbar might be working. All I could think was that it was outgoing tide with a bend to the north now in the swell. But, hope springs eternal in a surfer's mind. As we walked back to our cars, that same guy from yesterday, the one I couldn't remember exactly, approached us, smiling, reaching out to grab my hand. I shook it, and moved on quickly, whispering to Andy that it was the guy I had thought was a bit flirty yesterday. It had bothered me how he stared at me and wouldn't look away. Andy looked at the cars in the lot, and saw a black pick-up parked next to mine. "Betcha that's his truck." I looked at it as I pulled away, and there on the back of the black truck, airbrushed in huge white letters, was, "Jesus loves you! So do I! Ask me about it!"

I had been punk'd by a religious zealot, mistaking my possible salvation for flirting.

We drove on down to the overlook, and ended up only sighing again. But, there was one more chance...

We decided to just look at the south side. Good thing we did, because we ended up going right out after seeing some green crystal peelers reeling off in the sunshine. It wasn't much, but it was so pretty out there sparkling, and warm, that we just had to. It ended up being pretty fun. Andy was laughing his head off on that aqua-colored eleven foot barge, and I had fun on my 6'10". We took turns catching peeling rights and wedging lefts for a good hour or so, before the tide dropped and things began to change for the worse.

Up in the car park, it was almost like a family reunion. Kathy was talking to Andy, Brian was telling us about his encounter with a seven foot cop yesterday. Joe Beach was talking about one of his students, a first grader, who was talking trash to him in the first week of school. Then Vinnie said hello, and we caught up on things. I could hardly get out of there to get to work! It reminded me again about another reason I love surfing so much. We all depart, go do whatever it is we have to do, and then return to the sea again, meet up, reunite, as if hardly a moment has passed...