Flat. The taste of summer on your lips. Hoping for a swell to come along at random with the same quenching abilities as an oasis within the dryest of places. FROTHING is an understatement. Some of us don't last the mentally enduring mindgame of the seasonal swell. The dedicated push on and satisfy the urge to shred by finding different ways to surf. Skurfing, wake skating, paddling the harbor, anything to keep the stoke ALIVE. I'd be pulling the hair clear from my head if I hadn't gotten spit out of a 2ft. cover up over a week ago after sipping Martini's @ The Beachcomber. Stay Up, Keep it Irie, Pray for surf, Stay alive! JB
