Rob writes: As some of you know, California has had a nice little run of surf lately. Nothing huge, but consistent swell from both hemispheres coupled with warm conditions—super fun stuff. It was about three days into this wave barrage when it happened. Sitting on my own private peak down from the main crowd, I looked towards the beach and watched as a bodyboarder paddled from shore straight for me. I tried to Obi Wan him down the beach, but he somehow he remained impervious to my silent mind control, kept his line, and kicked his little rubber fins in my exact direction. Damn it.
As he got closer, though, I noticed something. This guy wasn’t a sponger…he was a kneeboarder. Holy shit.
My peak protectionism status went from full alert to at-ease. Suddenly I was excited to share this little corner with half a man.
