Most Unusual Day
November 29th, 2005. Just another beautiful autumn day in Goleta for most folks. For
these three amigos, however, a most unusual day was in store. An early arrival to a
remote and renown surf spot found only marginal surf with perfect offshore conditions.
As they suited up and watched the sets roll in, they noticed a strange,
other worldly shape on the horizon.
As the amigos debated what the apparition could possibly be, they noticed
something even more exciting ; the waves were growing!
Needless to say, the ominous figure looming on the horizon was quickly forgotten,
and all focus was on the task at hand; SURF!
The offshore winds blew with such force, extra effort was required to pierce through the
veil of rushing air.
Once in, the ride was incredible. Not to mention, they had it all to themselves.
Too many waves, not enough people. What a problem.
After lunch and a beer, they paddled back out for more, alone. Where the hell was
Eventually, the amigos were spent. A couple of other guys showed up and took
over, but the tide was changing, and the size was dropping.
As they stumbled back to reality, they paused for one last look at the
empty lineup, and one last look at a most unusual day.