Dawn Patrol 5: Where the waves improve, but my powers of observation are proven blunt

I went out for another round of surfing this morning. Hit the beach at about 7AM, earlier than usual because some dear family friends were visiting. I promised Kirsten I would not hit the waves it the beach was foggy, and guess what? It was foggy.

I almost turned around but in the water was the father and sun I had surfed with a few days ago. As long as I wasn't alone, I'd be fine. The surf looked so much better than the last few days too -- so I went in.

The waves were fun. The tide was low, so there was a beach break instead of the lovely break over the sandbar, but the surfing was fun. I got a bunch of nice rides and started doing some backside turns, poorly.

I chatted with the father and said, "It 's cool you're teaching your son surfing." He responded with, "Actually that's my daughter, and I'm glad we enjoy this together. I was terribly embarrassed, and apologized. The girl looked boyish in her wetsuit, but seeing that I reach kids her age, I feel pretty dumb.

The seals were out and about, those punks, but they didn't bother us this time. I guess they knew that they were in the human part of the beach, and they needed to watch themselves. Yeah, they'd better, or else...

Ever since those creatures made me feel like a Montague surrounded by Capulets, I have lost my fondness if them. They are officially "uncuted", and now must join the ranks of creatures I tolerate like deer or woodchucks or squirrels.