Normally, a 2-and-a-half-foot wave is something you'd not even waste gas on looking at. The forecast was micro, the wind was nil, and the beach was empty.
Turns out there was a little juice behind the swell, which was a clean W pulse. Minus tide, the water was glassy, the waves were waist-high in the sets, and it was just one of those days where you sit outside the lineup in a state of exaltation. Zeke caught some rights and lefts, and I worked on some off-the-lip floaters, 360s, and other shortboarder baloney that normally I'd never be caught dead attempting. Also, the added danger of a rumored shark sighting two days before just added to it.
I'm just sayin', it was epic and tiny simultaneously. (Although we did break my latest mantra: "Don't look, just go.")
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We're heading out to Sasha's first High Sierra. The lineup is great as always, and it's looking like I'm going to introduce some bands early in the day. Freaky? Yes. Fun? Sort of. Good enough reason to not start drinking until the evening? Definitely.
Anyway, we're both really excited to get back to this show. It's probably our favorite festival in terms of vibe, quality of experience, location, and lineup. (Coachella looks good and Bonnaroo was fun, though.)___
Lastly, I'm finising up on the first episode of my first-ever temporary side gig. This syndicated public radio show (300+ stations in 9 countries) lost their post-production engineer and needed someone to get them through until they find a permanent replacement. So far, so good. Gary Melton would be favorably impressed with their lack of plosives, EQ, aesthetically-pleasing crossfades, etc.
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details...i need details about this shark sighting.
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