Stormy

The surf was blownout Sunday and most of Monday. In the mid afternoon, the wind died and the ocean laid down. There was some peaky wind/ground swell, some of it head high and overhead. Nevertheless, it could wait. The E.Coli count was probably 10,000 MPN per 100 ml - that's ten thousand most probable number of bacteria from the intestines of warm blooded animals per 100 milliliters of ocean - tasty. The cocktail spewing from the drain pipe most likely had other wonderful compounds. I almost went out anyway. It was stormy, but nothing like the storm that hit the countries lining the Indian Ocean. We know the area shown below for its great surf. I'm not sure what happened to surfers in the area, but if it were you or I, we'd be at the beach - maybe in the water. Many, many people passed away - many children. Take some time to reflect - family, fun times, groms in the water, kooks - some of it is real big - some of it meaningless. What's watching out for your spot when it's washed away, along with many of the people and landmarks that made it what you love.


  ¶ 11:06 PM