Overnight
It's strange how weeks pass without a swell, then as if by magic, a swell arrives overnight. I'm not sure why, but it seems swells always arrive while we are sleeping - like Santa. I can count the number of times I've seen a swell come in during my waking hours on my two hands. Anyway, a swell arrived out of the south. The buoys show 2.3 feet at 14 seconds from 190. The hook looked fun, but the tide was pushing the envelope most of the day. I didn't surf today - once again soccer pushed my surf window into the high-tide ventura. No worries. I watched first bowl for awhile and saw some of the boyz having a good time. Unfortunately for the Mayor, the tide pushed his loose board onto the rocks for his first ding on the new glide - split the rail. Maybe he'll let me ride it now. Someone email me the jest of the surf school's uncool meeting, and I'll post. Also, if you have comments, but no venue - email me and I'll get your message to the surf school's uncool committee. I'm running low on salt - see ya in the water. I'm leaving you with some art that reflects freedom on captivity.  ¶ 10:59 PM