Rode my bike out after work to Pacific Beach Drive.  I was pedaling fast to get in there before the tide rose too high and killed the small amount of swell energy we were enjoying.

Under my right arm I was carrying one of my first boards, "Driftwood," a classic single fin surfboard that I had recently restored this year.  The session was nothing too special but I felt good to get back in the water after being land-locked the past week.

The only notable points of the session came from my last wave where I dropped in going right, determined to take the wave in spite of the guy to my right who was looking to cut me off.  To my surprise, instead of cutting me off, he dropped in and headed directly at me, passing under me as he scored a quick left on the same wave.  Since that also happened to be the best wave of the session I decided to call it a night and head back to my bike.  Walking up to the boardwalk I stole a couple glances at the guys doing the "Fire Show" on the beach, comprised of a variety of fire-related balancing and juggling acts.

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