This summer has been quite interesting in Southern California. It started with endless days of flat surf and cold weather, a living nightmare for surfers like you and me. I would wake up, check the surf and go back to sleep. There was no motivation to even paddle out, let alone get any work done.
So much so that I started Stand Up Paddling like it was nobody's business. I would drive by my local spots hoping something would change, but it never did. Instead I would tweet, complaining about living in Southern California and hoping I would get enough money to book a plane ticket somewhere else.
Sure enough, a swell did find its way to our beaches and further proved the challenges of summer. Tourists who can't swim, weekend warriors surfing mid-week and crowds that should only belong at Disneyland. I wished I was on a surf trip.
As I sit here at my desk at 7:45am the sun is out and its unbearably hot. The air conditioning has been running non-stop for the past few days and there is no end it sight. I would surf, but it doesn't provide much relief. Rather it merely covers up a bigger problem.
Instead, I sit here counting the days till the tourists leave, groms go back to school and fall swells begin forming on our forecasts.