To be blunt it’s not really California I’m dreaming of. I miss sandy beaches full of life being lived in a seemingly spiritual way. I can surf just about as well as Charlie (quote from a movie that was filmed well before the invention of travel blogging). Nevertheless I have a kinship with those that can and do and as such I can sit and watch these happy folks dance on the top of waves for days if not weeks.

I relish the surf culture and what it appears to embody for an outsider looking in. How they move, how they speak, how they operate on land and water is an education in not just being cool but really what appears to be a pretty positive way to spend a lifetime. So here I sit in a depressed Covid world hoping for the best. I pray for a surfer’s life. Its cool and I envy what those folks have. It costs well over a hundred dollars to go snowboarding or skiing for the day. It costs nothing to put your surfboard in the water. And more the better, each day in the surf ends with a huge deposit into your “feel good” account!

Hang ten brah!

Mark