We got up and headed down to the beach early on Saturday morning to watch our first surf competition...except the waves came up to about my ankles. The competitors gave it their best shot when there was a wave to catch but there wasn't a lot of action to be seen. The thing was that hardly anyone cared. The weather was beautiful, there was lots of food, drink and scenery to be had. One particular guy stood out to me during a particular heat. He had style, more than a few years on some of the competitors and every move he made was effortless. I came to find out that this guy was Gerry Lopez. Even a dumb, land-locked, east coast guy like me has heard of Gerry Lopez. Look him up. A legend. He made something out of nothing and it showed though people who have seen him REALLY surf said he didn't do very much. The lack of waves made the distance race much more manageable it seemed for the next competition. The race consisted of staying up on a board, paddling and running on the beach. It was tiring just watching and the fitness level of some of the competitors made me wish I had done a few more pushups this winter.
In the evening we attended a concert on the beach by a reggae artist named "Mishka". It was late and the kids didn't last long but the setting was one of my highlights so far. Under the stars with an ocean breeze, surf at our back, the town lit up and mom and dad grooving with the kids in the sand. Hope we have a few more moments like that still to come. Ozzy
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