"Hey man, you wouldn't happen to have another leash?"
"Sorry man I don't..."
The weather prediction looked good so we headed back to the desert again. After convincing myself that it wasn't going to rain anymore, I started sleeping out on the sand dune.
Waking up on the sand dune overlooking the ocean, I dusted the sand off my body. Looking up and across the beach, the ocean had become sheet glass with perfect crystal clear waves.
The surf forecast didn't look good prior to the trip so I didn't bother bringing my board. Just my luck that the waves would get good. Luckily Robo had brought two boards and was kind enough to let me borrow one. The downside was that he only had one leash. I wasn't going to let the absence of a leash stop me from surfing. I was determined to get in the water. Especially after being cooped up from the wind during the past few days.
Finding a piece of six foot rope laying around, I made a makeshift leash and fastened it to the board and my leg. I nervously paddled out through the warm aqua marine water. The waves were breaking a hundred yards off shore with several strong rip currents. A faulty leash would mean a lot of swimming.
After a few waves the leash ended up failing and in doing so broke the tail of the board off. Robo also broke his other board that session. With one board between a couple people, we were determined to continue surfing.
Leashless and armed with one surfboard it was almost a blessing. After Robo or I lost the board we would swap out kind of like subbing out for a teammate in a sport. It was nothing but hoots and hollers as we got to watch each other slide across the waves the rest of the day.
Some more photos from camping.
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