A Great Day Off
Saturday, August 18th, 2007. Got up. Beautiful morning, no fog, no smoke.
Got a cup of coffee and headed out.
Went to my favorite beach. Surfed two hours with two other guys.
Mellow, locals. Got out. Had an apple.
Bobby Morris showed up.
Took pictures of Bobby shredding on a rising tide, while I had a dip, soaked up the sun and talked to my brother about conspiracy theories.
Check out the shadow.
This is not a conventional foot placement or board direction.
Don’t try this at home.
Then I went to a bar-b-que at Kiwanis Meadows for lunch, hung out with some cool Goleta folk, and then decided I had to go back to the beach. What the hell, it’s my day off!
After catching a few fun waves, I popped a Tecate and snapped some photos of Daniel Prichard, making the most of a dying swell.
Figured it was time to head home, when just down the beach, none other than Colin Schildhauer paddled out with his brother Sam.
So, I plopped back down in the sand and snapped some more pictures
With the swell fading, and the sun setting, I headed for home, happy as a clam,
whatever the hell that means, I was happy.
Summertime is good in Goleta.
