I had a rude awakening from my very alert and excited Mom at 6am last Saturday. I hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sweaty sleep in my sauna-like room, but she insisted that I was going to the ocean with her and Rich. I tried to get out of it citing an exhausting night of Settlers of Catan with my high school friends, but a minor tantrum on her part had me dragging my body out of bed and into some trunks.
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| Shortly before getting pummeled! |
We got to the beach when it was still empty considering the exceedingly hot weather, and I headed right for the inlet, still pissed off from my interrupted sleep. My anger washed away into the clean knee to waist waves and 70 degree water when I dove in for my first wave. I haven't bodyboarded since 2006, but this was once what climbing is for me today, and I was psyched for the abnormally ridable summer waves. I used to come to Narragansett, Nantasket and other local beaches for the infrequently awesome waves of the Nor'Easter season each year. I pulled into some small closeout barrels and rode some longer shoulders when I could find them. I got a few good sessions in before we left the heat and afternoon crowds to head back to MA.
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| Enjoying the small waves |
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