I ride alone

All winter I waited for spring.  Surely spring would bring waves, green and cold, but with that bite that spring brings that invigorates you and makes you feel alive again.

All spring I waited for summer, recalling summers where waves came, small but clean and if you found the right sandbar you would be the happiest person on the planet just taking what you got.  Now that summer is fading, the worse summer ever for waves that I can ever recall, fall has to come through... doesn't it?  But, school starts tomorrow and that usually brings something tropical, the kids back in school - and being too early to skip just yet - empty line-ups... but, nothing is in the forecast.

But, it is not happening.  Some kind of weather patterns with awful jet streams up in the heavens are continuing to thwart us down below.

So I went riding up A1A today.  You get to the point where you realize you are spending too much time inside.  It was nice, the sun was out, it wasn't too hot, and well... the surf was flat again. Although the sand bars are looking really fine, ripe, ready for something... it never comes.

No hope for us here.  The rest of the surf world seems to be getting more than enough.

swell.info is flatlining into infinity and beyond.

This has me reconsidering New Zealand again. And, pondering trips to places where sanity may be found... but, if nothing else, go see "Boyhood." I did today. This is possibly one of the best films I have ever seen.

Satisfying, engrossing, and with much to say.