A lifetime before 9 am

I was driving back from Andy's ramp after surfing today, thinking about how much had happened by 9 am. It all started when Andy and I launched the jet ski from the boat ramp at Lighthouse Park. We had a nice glide out to the entrance to the inlet, past the boat with the cats on it that we saw last night during Brie's birthday party tour boat ride at sunset. The waves weren't that good, small and weak. We decided to go grab the longboards and find a sandbar somewhere, just to get some exercise.

We flew back across the water, seeing a dolphin, or possibly a manatee, surface as we passed. The morning was busy with all manner of boats. Karen told me later that it was the Kingfish tournament today. Poor kingfish.

Andy dropped me off at my place, and I headed for the pier. But it, too, was small and uninspiring. I drove to his ramp, and saw a set of rights rifle off in the sun. I called Andy, and he said he was on his way.

It was worth it. We had some fun little peelers that were just big enough for us to roll along, smiling in the sunshine. We surfed for about an hour. The tide started going out, and we decided to go on in. As I drove home and looked at the clock, I noticed it was only 9 am. We had already done so much! I love mornings...