Just read this in the tambor of a grandmother from the deep south saying “MMMMMMMMMM Good!”
I mentioned in the last blog that we were going to give Freight Trains a try this morning and we’re glad we did. I’m not what the best part was. We were alone and by that I mean just the 4 of us. The waves were hollow…pretty much every wave was hollow. There was ample size…the biggest waves going just a few feet overhead. There were lots of waves…my Rip-Curl Search Watch only recorded 12, but it was probably more like 20 on my tally sheet. The waves were letting us in an out of them…it’s always nice to rack up some tube time and to actually make a high percentage of them. Did I mention the wind was offshore? It actually might have been a little ‘too’ offshore but we dealt with hit happily.
It was about a month ago I waxed poetic about he beauty of a moment I had out there surfing alone. It was no less beautiful to share it with some friends. Plenty of stoke here at the camp right now!