Happy Friday, Friends! Thanks to President’s Day on Monday, this week really flew (not that I’m imprisoned in an office anymore but I adore the weekends and its adventures with Layla and the hubs — so it’s still a treat when those two days roll around in every five).
I plan to spend a lot of time in the water this weekend. There’s been a lot of swell up here in NorCal, which is great for Mavericks but not so much for all us non-big wave surfers (read: close outs at the beach breaks). I’m studying up on where to find the more protected surf spots — from both the wind and the swell. I’m thinking the jetties in Half Moon Bay may be the call tomorrow.
If you’ve been following along on Instagram (aka #IG), I posted a couple “throwback” shots yesterday of a small surf day at Newport. Even though it was teeny tiny, the sun was out, the wind was down, the crowds were minimal and I couldn’t be happier.
The 9’0″ tri-fin Scott Anderson longboard pictured above (in purple, I swear) is my magic board. It can honestly surf itself — I swear. I’ve let friends (of the pro surfing variety) borrow it in the past and they all exclaim the same thing. It is magic. But that’s why I’m terrified to lose it. Isn’t that funny? It’s the most fun board I have but I try to keep it locked away so I don’t ever lose it.
But it wasn’t always that way. I took it to the North Shore a couple winters ago and some crazy chicky crashed into me at Freddyland taking chunks out of my board with her fin. Now I’m protective of the thing. In actuality, I should just have a shaper up here replicate it. Or better yet, I need to get my hands onto a Travis Reynolds — I’m dying for one.
Hope your weekend is full of adventures, too. xx