Snoopys Surf Safari strikes again

It started with a broken finger last night. Rushing around, scoping the gathering storm. Bombie breaking, Curly going off. Ignore it. It’s like Easter again and all the fun.

Woke super early, champing. Already the SSSS whtsapp stirring. Unlike the Manly surf club at 545am. Dead. Nada. No one. The ocean swimmers whatsapp showed lots of snoring noises.

Snoopy and I first, Colleen impressing with her devil may care attitude. A perfect fit for our group. Surprisingly not that big. Shadows like a freight train were sweeping the horizon, completely blocking Freshie pool lights. We might not go too far north.

Broken finger, I don’t care, let’s go. 10 waves. Not too much surge. A lot of hollering. Some brutal dumpers avoided on the low tide. We literally ran up the ramp after, lit up, stirred up, a splitting grin. Still hollering.

Don’t know what all the media fuss was.. it was epic. The SSSS strikes again. Who’s up again tomorrow?

Cheers Rusty the Fish

Remember dont let your true love run cold !!