Fog made it hard to see much beyond the beach, so the surf was a mystery when I paddled out at Crystal Pier just after dawn. The local sponger kept me company while I searched mostly in vain for a fleeting shoulder amidst the waist-high+ closeouts. As fog filled in thicker, we couldn't see the waves until they were nearly on top of us.
It was kind of like Christmas, when you unwrap a colorful package tied with a shiny bow, only to find… socks.
So stoked that your back!!!
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