Naturally, my mind always drifts back south. "Its those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, nothing remains quite the same..." Kelso with a more than happy attitude somewhere in-between San Diego and Lima in a spot he's most comfortable in.

Up north summertime is often much better. With the right place and timing and a good captain (and a longtime on the water herself...) Leslie hooks, and lands a nice one. To say the least. A month prior in that same northern third of California I landed one myself, but since I decide to not to show off that picture, its suffice to say that I'm a bit jealous....

It seems as though I forget about surfing this time of year, simply because of where I live. Of course my mind is always somewhere south of the border where the waves are crashing as good as they always have and often as lonely. At least I have my sailing mates. Once we leave the harbor my phone doesn't leave my sail bag, so hence the shot from the cockpit of our J92. Still, I think its a neat shot from the cockpit at harbor level, post-rigging ready to head out, beer in hand of course...