The Patch is back. No...not the one on my chin....the surf spot. South swell with offshore wind made for some idyllic conditions today.
Strangely as I drove to the coast, I was wondering about Hans who I hadn't seen of late. Guess I'm a little psychic, 'cause there he was when I pulled in. He had surfed the Patch late yesterday and was back for more.
We paddled into waist to chest high waves of dream shape. For a solid hour the place was entirely ours! We traded wave after wave and hoots of enthusiasm. These waves just kept on giving with long workable faces to carve.
Looking at my self portrait, I may also carve off my own scruffy patch pretty soon.
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