Except it *is* all about the surf...

I played receptionist all day. It is a role I have mastered. I could do this on Broadway. I'm into it... being helpful all day long is super awesome.

Three days with no surf was getting to be a bit much... walking to exhaustion on the beach is not the same as surfing to exhaustion... it's "nice"... but it's just not the same. (I've just realized that in my mind, the word "nice" is about on par with "special"... actually, a little below, because "special" doesn't have the bastardy lineage that "nice" does... I doubt anyone notices it, but when I say "Have a nice day!" (which is exceedingly rare) I really mean "Go f*** yourself!"... so "nice" is really not "nice"... and... I must admit... I've grown more resentful of the word recently... there's really not a whole lot wrong with the word... so I had best drop it before it becomes a thing (too late, I know... I'm sorry))

Anyway... the surf is back. After checking North (small and crappy), we went out to Long Beach without checking Cox. Long Beach was choppy and bad... but we went out anyway... I got some time on the green (it's actually kind of necessary now... I am not good with not getting time on the green anymore)... and we got bored and decided to paddle around to the other side of Lovekin Rock. I have never done this before... ULTE2 and I were going to do this one day, but instead, we paddled to the inside of it and climbed on, and walked around the rock to the top). It was a long paddle today... especially for me because I didn't want to be anywhere near the rock with my beautiful, shiny new glass board... so I went waaaaay beyond the rock to get around it. One paddled close to the rock (she had an epoxy Southpoint... the exact same board as my first board)... and the other one decided to follow me, because she was borrowing my board (my Southpoint)... I should have told her... that board can crash into the rocks and survive... in fact, I have crashed it into the rocks before... and surfed through salal, too... so it was completely unnecessary to be as far out as she went. There were no more waves to be had on the other side of the rocks... and so when one complained of being tired, we all left...

Instead of going home though, I went to Cox Bay to check the surf... it looked better than Long Beach... so I went out again. It was awesome! Lots of time on the green! The lesson, I suppose... is never to skip checking Cox.

And now wherever I go... I'm looking for targets for sticker bombing. Unless something changes (i.e I get a new hobby)... there'll be stickers from here to South Island.

And... on a completely unrelated note, I have a little twist on an old saying:

The original: If you want to know your true opinion of someone, watch the effect produced in you by the first sight of a letter from him. --Arthur Schopenhauer

The twist: If you want to know your true opinion of someone, gauge your desire to sniff a sweater that he has left behind. --Ding-in-itself.

It works with sweatshirts too.