Even when its small, its good

Surf was declining fast. Wind was picking up. Didn't matter.

Stressing at work. Meeting ran late. Darkness was soon falling. Didn't matter.

Took the long drive out to the Country. Followed a slow truck all the way down the hill from Wahiawa. Drove over the temporary Waimea Bay bridge.

Hooked up with David at tiny Pipe. The small-wave crowd of kids and visitors were out. Surf was only about shoulder-high. Tide was low.

Popped a few bunnyhop airs. Got a small-kine coverup. Forgot about the world for an hour. Had a blast.

What was I riding? Didn't matter.

Aloha from Paradise,