Hit it briefly with the beau from 5:30 to 6:45. Knee-high closeouts begging for a Softop, which 2 Mile happily provided for him at the last minute. Woulda stayed out for longer, but it was his first time in 20 years and I forgot how easily you tire when you're new. I'm proud; he caught a few belly-rides and I could swear I saw a silly grin ;)
After turkey din-dins at Coast Cafe, we settled into a quaint room at the Grand Hotel and should be able to surf again at dawn before heading back home. I was all cranky and sick earlier, and now I feel like a new man. Marin will do that to you!