When the thought of summer comes to mind, it brings two feelings: An over whelming sence of stoke for the warm waters, fun waves, beautiful girls in bikinis, and most of all surfing till 9:00pm! ...at least 8:45 anyway.
That feeling tends to take the majority of my perception. But on the opposite end of the spectrum, the brutal truth of summer is that there are just too many people and not enough consideration or respect, in the water and on the streets. When i find myself sitting in the line up with 7,238,489 of my best friends who all happen to live somewhere else than here, its VERY easy to say; "id so rather be surfing in my 4/3 with hood and booties in crappy storm surf than struggle another minute with all these clowns! AARRRRR!" Even with 69 degree water and blue skies, its still a circus!
Why am I ranting about this?...I dont know. But i do know that when i reflect upon this contrast of seasons combined with flooding of tourists, weekend warriors and summertime sally's, it really makes me feel so stoked and blessed to have those other 300 days of the year with crappy blown out, rainy, dirty, stormy days when NO ONE is out! HA! I LOVE IT! It makes the frustrations of summer that much more tolerable... and it helps to have a big board.
