Hooky with dad…
5:45 — wake, coffee, donut hole, hard boiled egg, coffee
8:15 — arrive Bear Mountain (probably the last snow of the season); realize no one is on the mountain (score)
11:00 — burgers, Sarsaparilla, lazed about in the sun for 20
1:00 — pack and rack, we have shite to do
3:30 — grab boards and towels and head to the beach
4:00-5:00 — small west swell, sunset, “Dad, I’m tired, will you please carry my board?”
Now if I could just work the dirt bikes into the picture…
Happy for you.
Thanks, Gordo. You always have the kindest things to say about family.