Really.
No surf to be had around these parts.
Zip.
Not even absolute crap.
And then...
I get punctured by a cactus leaving my right hand unusable, the tip went through my skin into the base knuckle.
Ouch.
A spider bit me on my thigh while looking for surf on Tuesday afternoon.
Didn't think much of it.
Should have.
I am now sporting a square foot of numb and blotchy skin, from my knee to me upper hip.
When I stretch to the right, it burns like some one stabbed me with a spear.
So yeah, Mother Nature, whats up?
So I am heading off to the beach to do some clean up.
Hit the trails and clean them up too.
I have all day.
Its 3' at 7 seconds and 17 knots from the North.
Would have been a great week to get a tattoo.
Thats all I got, see ya.
2 comments:
One of the reasons I don't have more tattoos is because each would require me to be out of the water for longer than I can take.
Perhaps your physical woes for this week will be taken as a sacrifice by the surf gods who will, in turn, deliver some tasty waves.
Yeah, I can put a positive spin on just about anything.
sounds like you keep getting abused trying to get to the surf!
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