So, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not much of a beach person. Give me lakes and mountains any day. Beaches? eh, I could take 'em or leave 'em. So when Chris suggested we kill a few hours before flying home at Huntington Beach, I stalled. Beach? Cold salt water, chock full giant fish with pointy teeth? ugh.
In the end, the beautiful weather won out and we headed up the coast. Besides, I wasn't going swimming.
But I had forgotten the best part about Huntington Beach.
The surfers.
And the spectacular wipe outs.
We grabbed lunch and watched the folks that were bold enough the brave the frigid waters.
It requires a strong constitution.
And good balance, evidently.
High marks for eloquent style.
Wow, nicely done! Good form.
I rate that performance an 8.6. Bravo.
The entire time we lived in Southern California, I never once went swimming in the ocean. I'm kind of embarrassed about that. I'm the kid that grew up on a lake, for god sakes. I was determined to change that, this time around. Until I noticed the thickness of the wetsuits that the surfers were wearing. They were THICK.
Perhaps another time.
