There is nothing better than salt in the air and sand in my hair (what's left of it).

Friday, September 22, 2017

Desperate Times Require Desperate Measures

Since I didn't get the invite to Kelly's private country club for the entitled elite, I chose to grovel in thigh high windswelly junk. Good thing it was just me and Rich.

Matt Warshaw said it best: We've traded magic for perfection, and it's heartbreaking". Link

So it looks like at least 2 more weeks of this flatness. Ugh!

But I got some paddling in today and rode a few bumps on the water. The water felt really warm, or maybe it was just because it was so much warmer than the air.....











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