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San Francisco's Pacific Coast is a windswept three miles of sandy beach backed by dunes and the encroaching suburban hordes. Constant exposure to the slightest Pacific mood changes and a completely sand bottom means that the peaks are constantly appearing, shifting, and disappearing.

After months of shit waves, constant fog and listening to the the tales of my Southern California brothers' summer scores I was a man unglued. Completely pent up with surf froth. Things have been turning around though. The froth blows off, and my mind can be focused again on something other then locking into the curl of a head high wave I just faded into and seeing it line up and set to pitch all the way inside.