The boards turned and twisted, as we foolishly drove the pickup over the sun baked sand. Zooming up the side of a steep hill; my Dad and I were both screaming in laughter. Only to hide our great fear for getting the car stuck in the sand...or worse: tipping the car onto the sand.
The pickup was finally parked (after minutes of wrestling with that hairball of a hill). So off we were, the start of a great day. We jumped into our bathing suits and looked out onto the ocean. Waiting for any sort of sign, telling us that these waves were "surfable". And soon they gave us the green lights. We grabbed our boards and raced to the water. I could already tell this was going to be fun.
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