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

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Desperate Times Require Desperate Measures

Air 38˚, water 60˚.   4/3, hood and booties; should have worn gloves too.  My hands are still aching.  Belly to chest high windswelly soft-shouldered waves. Only a handful of us in the water which made it nice.  Still better than sleeping in.







No comments:

Post a Comment