--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "marekreavis" <reavismarek@...> wrote: > > Nothing more than that; no more meaning than that.
What could possibly be "more" than a great day doing what one loves? Thanks for reminding folks here what it means to have a life. Given the number who seem to specialize in demonstrating that they don't, the reminder seems timely. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "marekreavis" <reavismarek@...> wrote: > > Yesterday (1.16.12) air temp was 44 degrees, water temp five degrees warmer > than that, but still cold enough that my hands, even in 5-mil thick gloves, > were numb in just a few minutes and trading comments with my buddy as we sat > on our boards waiting for a set became a hopeless attempt to form coherent > sounds through stiff, uncooperative lips. > > But it was a glorious day, all the same, sunny and bright with (undoubtedly > snide) comments from the Aleutian cackling geese watching from the two peaks > of Camel Rock occasionally reaching our ears through the steady crash and > roar of the waves. > > We surfed for about an hour-and-a-half on the slack tide, caught many > unspectacular but exhilarating waves, before calling it a day. There are > about 130-140 stairs dug into the hillside that deliver you from the point > overlook to the beach and when we got to the top, as we almost always do, we > stopped and turned to look back at the break and marvel at how perfect it all > was -- is. > > We pulled ourselves out of our wetsuits, loaded up our boards, and walked > back over one more time to gaze down at the waves and the surfers for another > few minutes. I took a quick photo from my phone and will post it in an album > after writing this. > > Nothing more than that; no more meaning than that. >
