Small El Porto Day

It was a small day and we knew that going in.  But poor Josh hadn’t been out in forever what with his boat sculpture and getting sick.  Peter rolled up shortly after and said Tracy was already out in the water.  He and I compared stingray wounds.  Sean stopped by to say hello, but had to go to work.

There was nothing noteworthy about the surfing itself.  Very small waves, we made the best of it.  But it was fun hanging out with all the guys as usual.

The most disturbing thing about the day was the Hitchcockian flock of seagulls alternately ruling the beach like a frat party, then inexplicably taking to airborne mayhem.  Really freaked me out.  It was like an omen…or a goocher.