I suffered through a battery of illnesses in the month in between sessions.
I initially thought I'd gotten the flu, but when two rounds of rashes (first across my back, then across my left collar area) appeared, I thought I'd contracted chikungunya. Chikungunya is a mosquito-borne illness but it is maybe a tenth as bad as dengue (if I've diagnosed it correctly..). Then, a cough arrived (which I still have the remnants of) and a minor cold.
I missed out on the late November swell as a result as my nausea wasn't allowing me to take advantage.
I finally had a chance to go to the beach and did so. Pando's development wouldn't let me in so I drove and parked at a lot.
The waves were small so I didn't bother checking the point. I paddled and perched on the inside of the shipwreck. They were lining up pretty well there and I was all by myself, not a bobbing seafaring soul in sight.
After being neglected for so long, my floater game was on display! I did one I bobbled and faded, and one I held for seemingly ever, outlasting the initial mini-blast and riding away and clean.
The wind kicked up a bit and the tide dropped. The surf spigot was turned to a standstill. I went in and walked past the beach house I'd spent many-a-weekend in years past but that was a fool's errand.
I paddled back out and caught not much of anything and eventually went in.
I initially thought I'd gotten the flu, but when two rounds of rashes (first across my back, then across my left collar area) appeared, I thought I'd contracted chikungunya. Chikungunya is a mosquito-borne illness but it is maybe a tenth as bad as dengue (if I've diagnosed it correctly..). Then, a cough arrived (which I still have the remnants of) and a minor cold.
I missed out on the late November swell as a result as my nausea wasn't allowing me to take advantage.
I finally had a chance to go to the beach and did so. Pando's development wouldn't let me in so I drove and parked at a lot.
The waves were small so I didn't bother checking the point. I paddled and perched on the inside of the shipwreck. They were lining up pretty well there and I was all by myself, not a bobbing seafaring soul in sight.
After being neglected for so long, my floater game was on display! I did one I bobbled and faded, and one I held for seemingly ever, outlasting the initial mini-blast and riding away and clean.
The wind kicked up a bit and the tide dropped. The surf spigot was turned to a standstill. I went in and walked past the beach house I'd spent many-a-weekend in years past but that was a fool's errand.
I paddled back out and caught not much of anything and eventually went in.
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