Happy Thanksgiving
Every Thanksgiving and usually Christmas too, my parents drove my brother and I to my grandmothers house in Burbank for the requisite turkey, stuffing and cranberry dinner.
Each and every time it was hollowing offshore.
My older brother and I pleaded to stay home, "It's gonna be epic!".
Every time our pleas fell on the unsympathetic ears of non surfing parents and we went.
Grudgingly.
I might have even thrown a tantrum if I'd known how.
But we went and I wonder how many good waves we missed.
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I so hear you about going inland on the day. In my case, my Aunt & Uncle were in Pomona. Lots of memories of the San Gabriel Mountains covered in snow, high pressure and those cold offshores... vividly remember the frustration.
So now that we're adult, well into middle age, we can do whatever we like- go surfing, eat dessert first, and have tantrums, all at the same damn time if we want.
Best wishes- Jonathan