Seven days looking for waves, sleeping in the dirt, under the stars. Just what the doctor ordered. Tried to squeeze out every last drop of this indian summer.
Responsibility calls, and time to fly south for the winter. My-gration is backasswards for powder days and waves but beggars can't be choosers. And island living ain't so bad.
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Dig the images. Bon Voyage.
Indian Summers.... so many fond memories to cherish and a few new ones to remind me why I love this time of year.
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