Blog not forgotten...

The last month has been a whirlwind and I've had little time to catch up and write about it. Let's just say I've worked really hard, put a lot of miles on my car, and had too much fun for my own good. It's great to feel like the summer has worked out after all. The surf has stayed small but I've had a handful of great sessions nonetheless. I went to Montana for three days, and then, within hours of my return, rode down to Santa Barbara to camp at the Ranch (yes-you read that right). Ever since then, it's been a continuous go-go-go-with a lot work, surfing, drinking, and sunshine--and it doesn't look to be ending anytime soon. The purchase of a new camera didn't hurt much either.
Montana was out of this world beautiful:



The Ranch was also out of this world beautiful. It was a little hectic getting there, but how often do you get an invitation? My appreciation goes out to the love and hospitality I received from the people I met there. Surf was on the small side, maybe chest high at best, but still empty perfection and warm water. It's funny how the experience of teaching someone can add a whole new level of enjoyment to surfing. It's awesome to watch people get the bug and get determined to figure it out and actually enjoy the process of doing it. There is really nothing like a weekend of early morning glass, lazy afternoons, delicious food, beautiful sunsets, great pictures, and good conversation.




Life just has a way of offering things up when you need them most. It's easy to ignore it when it does, but even easier to just soak it up and take it for what it is. Either way, the experience is something to be grateful for.




Sometimes I love the ocean so much it hurts.