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Our sick ride |
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Not a bad selection |
We woke up to the smell of the ocean. It was wonderful, filling. After running on the beach, getting sand between our toes, we were ready for a day of surfing. We weren't going back to San-o unfortunately, the break of all breaks, but we figured that we could rip the local break just as well. And we did; after a few hours of catching pretty good rides, we decided a paddle was in order. So we headed out towards a rock pile two miles away. About halfway there, I looked out and saw a boat stopped out a bit. I knew it was whale season, so I figured that there might be something to see. When we saw other SUP'ers headed out as well, we started sprinting and got out pretty quickly. Right in front of us, not more than 10 yards, surfaced two giant grey whales. We stood there and watched in amazement for another thirty minutes before we could even tear ourselves away. On the way back, we joked that the only thing that would cap off the day would be a couple waves in and some really good food. You know what? We got them both!
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good food |
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