Early November 2019, Falling into winter and the mornings get a little cooler.
Went on my morning walkabout, because you don’t know until you go.
Only found a lone fisherman at this beach.
But wow, look at where we live.
Surf or not, just serenity.
Just to sit quietly and listen to the tiny waves lapping.
Smell the fresh morning air. Feel the autumn sun warming up.
But my goal was to get in the water, so continue the search.
Off to my old reliable.
If there are waves anywhere…..this is the place.
And there we have it.
Happy to be here, regardless.
As I sit and observe, I realize something…
Every 6 or 7 yoga poses, a little set rolls through…
Unfortunately, the Stoke Bros. are already all over it.
Hooting and hollering with every “epic barrel”.
Good for them.
And good for yoga girl, for getting out there and not giving a crap what me or anybody else thinks.
As I’m leaving I pause to check on the good old abandoned sail boat.
It just recently got towed away, but it “decorated” our coastline for months….
So, that was my morning walk one November morn.
Surfwise, uneventful.
Pretty flat, but flat out gorgeous.
