What wonderful waves we had, the Wednesday before our wedding. The swell was small, but them waves couldn't have been any better. Nehi Soda and some offshore wind. I surfed my dad's stick. A ten foot Mark Martinson that allows for big, silly bottom turns and effortless excursions to the end. Thursday saw more of the same shit. Offshore and ankle high. Summer sliding at its finest. My mother, who was in town for the wedding, took a few photos. Unfortunately, however, I was her only subject.
Whoa There!
Shooter.
Smooth Sailing.
Sundown.
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