Hard to say whether this is paradise, or heaven, though it probably falls under both...

Photographic proof that at one point in time Southern California wasn't all concrete, condos, and too many people. Thanks, Ronnie, for the goods

Awesome, Totally awesome

A nice view of the harbor and town taken by an occasional crew member just after the end of the race. We didn't do too bad, but then again when there's no surf it's arguably the best view in town...

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...