One of those nights

[JMO]

Yesterday was probably one of the busiest days at work I've had in a long time. And it didn't help matters much that my only recent memory of surf involved ankle biters, 52 degree water and 57 degree air temps. Over the past few days, the future Mrs. JMO had been sending me emails like, "did you see the surf report today? It's looking really good - chest high sets!" But work always got in the way, somehow. I hate it how that happens.

So, I plowed through the day, getting everything done by 4:45, and then sped home to see the boards already strapped to the roof of her car. When I opened the door, our wetsuits were on the floor of the living room and she was waiting for me on the couch. "Let's go!"

An hour later we were staring at waist high and clean sets or better and as the sun set behind the beach, we paddled and rode together. Wave after wave, each ride that much better than the previous one. Huge smiles. Not wanting to leave the ocean. Ever.

We finally called it quits around 8:30, picked up a six pack and hit the BYOB seafood shack for some fried shrimp and scallops. Back home by 10.

[Barnballs]

That does not suck.

[JMO]

Hit the same BYOB place again yesterday, culminating a three-day weekend of surfing every day. Rainy and knee-high on Sat; sunny, chest-high and clean on Sunday; sunny, and knee-high on Monday.

[schuss]

where do you surf?

[JMO]

The Wall at Hampton, NH and also Jenness Beach in Rye, for the most part.