Tuesday 6am - San Mateo - Linda Mar, poor surfing
I wish I could report that it was head-high, glassy, and clean as I gaze toward the sea right now; it certainly was, in my head, as I drove down here. But, alas, its just me, sipping on coffee, waiting in the lot, assessing the mess along w a few others, hoping for a good reason to suit up. If you're looking for an epic session, then smoke a J, head back to bed, and dream up something nice....
In my eternal (or perhaps infernal) optimism, though, I may just paddle out anyway.
