It was rockin' and a little mellow, just like this old CSNY pic from their backyard up in Laurel Canyon during the late '60s. You can see Young back on the keys. Man, if only to be transported back to that yard.
Pre-pre-pre dawn. The stars were still out. Orion. The fake little dipper. Tons of stars. Caught two nice ones right away by following the faint blue tint on the waves from the faint pre-dawn light. So fun. More consistent than yesterday and only me out. One other guy showed up. A buddy. And it was back and forth on waist high niceness for the rest of the beautiful morning.
Love my little cut down egg board. Thinking my next shape, at least for this point, is going to be similiar. Love the feel of the single fin. Love walkin' up to the nose. Love the feel of the small roundish shape.
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