Two For Twenty

After a hard night of drinking with SPJ and Gary Grannypants, Ms.Wood and I caught the eight-forty ferry Saturday morning, and were straitside no later than noon. It was small. Which we didn't expect. Everything looked right. Direction, intervals, etc. And there wasn't much wind. But nothing happened. Two waves every twenty minutes. Knee high at best. Sure glad I didn't get up any earlier than eight ;)


Christopher caught a couple. Not too tall. Looked like fun, though.

Emerson had the right idea. Should have brought my own bed :)

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