At Least I Was There To Document It

Yesterday morning my son-in-law called and said he was taking the girls down to the pier for a beach clean-up and play in the low tide puddles day.  My grandson happened to be at the house so I grabbed him and we went down to pick up trash and have mid-day romp in the surf.  Little did I know that the surf would be significantly better than the junk I was trying to ride in the am at uppers.  There was this one peak in front of the lifeguard headquarters and nobody was on it.  Oh well, timing is everything.