I accompanied my wife and daughter to St. Louis, home of the continent's least crowded surf. The surf highlight of my trip was wandering into the pool area and spotting five sponge surfboards. I imagined these made up a sizable percentage of the riding choices Missouri had to offer.
I checked the tide and knew the waves were going to be fat. I didn't care, I had to get out there.
The waves were as fat as I had predicted. I didn't care, I had to get out there.
I spent the vast majority of the session paddling furiously for what appeared to be fertile waves, ripe for the ripping.
The highlight of my morning was a left I let develop for a while before I popped up. The wave allowed me one pump before jacking up and shutting down almost simultaneously. My plans for a lip smack were scuttled in favor of a Frankenstein 360 attempt, which I will be a sport and say it was a 90.
My schedule today would've allowed me to surf for two hours longer than I did. I didn't care, I had to get out of there.
I checked the tide and knew the waves were going to be fat. I didn't care, I had to get out there.
The waves were as fat as I had predicted. I didn't care, I had to get out there.
I spent the vast majority of the session paddling furiously for what appeared to be fertile waves, ripe for the ripping.
The highlight of my morning was a left I let develop for a while before I popped up. The wave allowed me one pump before jacking up and shutting down almost simultaneously. My plans for a lip smack were scuttled in favor of a Frankenstein 360 attempt, which I will be a sport and say it was a 90.
My schedule today would've allowed me to surf for two hours longer than I did. I didn't care, I had to get out of there.
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