Now that we’re back to Daylight Savings Time, I don’t have to wait for the weekend to get in the water. (Is there a real reason to ever not be on Daylight Savings Time? A discussion for another day I suppose…)
The emails and texts usually start the minute someone gets a look at our favorite surf webcam and sees some promise. Or it might be a firsthand report if one of us is lucky enough to travel near the beach during the workday. One by one, we chime in and decide on a time and place.
Then the wait begins. I torment myself with a check of the webcam at lunch and sneak a peek between meetings. I watch the weather and fret when the wind picks up outside my window. Finally, I’m out the door. No overtime for me today.
We meet at our pre-designated spot in record time and quickly unload our boards and head to the water. There’s no time for chit-chat. Unlike lazy weekend days, our wave count is determined by the setting sun to our west.
It never fails, the waves are almost always less spectacular than the ones we watched on our tiny computer screens. But we don’t care. We’re in the water, with friends, doing something we love. Tomorrow morning we’ll be back at work, but right now, we surf.