Perhaps a little misguided at times, but no shortage of American pride in these here parts of Nor Fla. Happy fourth.
Wavewise:
A little pulse of storm surf pushed through Sunday. 5 @ 8 crossed up, chop and slop. Enough to get some fun drops and race out onto the face for a few well placed cutties if you happened into the the right peak at the right time while paddling in the mini-maelstrom . Actually, it was the biggest surf I've seen in the short time I've been here. Fast enough to get my rails hissing and my fins whistling so I was a happy camper. Can't ask for much more in the summer doldrums I suppose.
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