Surf Here and There

I've surfed three times in two weeks. I missed last week because of an out-of-town conference in D.C. that I had to attend, but I was able to go during the week when a rare norther moved through, and I went down after work. The waves were awesome. I had gone down a few days earlier and had a marvelous session because of well-formed waves and sets. So, when I thought I could do it again on a Tuesday, I loaded up the board and made it down about 5:30. I had about an hour-and-a-half of good surfing before the sun went down, and I surfed until the very last minute. What a blast! Many were out because of the waves, and I was glad I was one of them. I didn't see any other women, but they could have just been at another jetty. I caught multiple waves that night and had such fun!

I didn't get to surf
during my conference, but
I did get to pose with
a wax JFK.

The D.C. conference put a wrench in surfing and/or SUPing until I returned this week. Of course, by Thursday, it was FLAT. I kept my fingers crossed and the tide changed. By today, it was rough and choppy. However, I knew I wanted … no, I needed… to go out. Today (Sunday) after my 12-mile marathon-training run, I drove to the 43rd street jetty, got out and watched the waves to see if they could be surfed. Occasionally a set would come in that looked promising, but I decided to drive further down the beach just to see if there were more waves. I made it to 37th and sat on the seawall for a little watching the waves. I noticed that the waves on the west side of the jetty were actually cleaning up very nicely. I went out and after the first two or three waves, I knew that I had done the right thing. While no one was out before I went in, I was joined by a young guy approximately 30 minutes after arriving. By the time I was leaving an hour or so later, four surfers were out. I'm so glad I went out. The waves were fun. I look forward to going out again.