It has been unseasonably hot in Santa Cruz the last few days.
I surfed this morning, not because the waves were great, but because I knew the cold water would feel good.
In between sets, I struck up a conversation with a couple from Sacramento. They asked where I live and I said "Right up there, on the corner." She replied, "Oh, you're one of the lucky ones." After my surf, I took Greta for a romp on the beach...
...where she won at digging the best holes. When a wave would fill the hole with water, she would plop down it in and just look around. Like she planned it that way.
...where she won at digging the best holes. When a wave would fill the hole with water, she would plop down it in and just look around. Like she planned it that way. 
I ran into a friend of mine, Sun, and his son Wyatt, on East Cliff...
...and I saw my friend Ron checking out these surfboards for sale.
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