OMG, I can't believe it. I really can't. I mean, every morning this week, when I had to be at work I thought for sure there would be waves and perfect winds. But Ana pooped out, and nothing ever even seemed to come from her remnants that looked so full of potential. Today, I thought for sure I was doomed. I had an 8 o'clock meeting I could not miss. That usually is enough to do it, to ensure the waves will be good. But no. I was there at dawn to get my meager 45 minute surf, and boink! Denied. Choppy crap. It did look like something. The bumpy lines looked more determined, and as if they had come from far away.
So, now everyone is talking about it, how it is supposed to be classic, and big, this weekend. Did you hear me? THIS WEEKEND! I mean, how perfectly timed for poor little old me is this? I can't miss any days this week, and Monday the kids return, so how's about an order of hurricane waves for just during my window of freedom: THE WEEKEND?
Your wish just might be granted. Long live Jambi.
Now I jinxed it. You'll see. Check back this weekend. It never gets perfect here when you expect it. Trust me.
And, how cool is this? Andy got asked, by a guy at the surf shop, to do some tow-in surfing with some guys who will be in town visiting on Saturday... The Hobgoods and Occy! WHAT?!?
He shrugged, and said he had to surf with his friends instead. YOU ROCK, ANDY LANGE!
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