You find friends. Stumble upon them. Maybe you meet at a party, or through someone you all know. Sometimes you find one another by chance. A cool colored car. A conversation about big boards and old Volvos and pop-up euro tents. Funny how things happen, huh? Anyhow. Saturday really sucked. The wind wouldn't let up. Onshore all morning. All evening. All day. Not a moments rest. We arrived around eleven, having stopped to see if somewhere else would work... it wouldn't. Sparks and Velez were already on it. Tarps, tents and a campfire. Todd was there too. The three of them sitting around a small fire, shooting the shit. We parked, set up our stuff and sat, for eight hours around a fire. Had hot dogs. Beer. Bad jokes. In the morning we surfed. Without wind ;) It was worth the wait.
It was ugly out there...
Obi Sparks Kenobi.
Short stick.
Sparks & Velez.
The coffin lid.
Mark hearts moms.
What a pig!
Karissa couldn't contain herself.
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