Surfers can't help themselves. We see tubing ledges in malformed corn chips, we mind surf embankments on the side of the road when driving. Even now, years after high school, I still find myself backdooring an a-frame of a folded sheet of paper with my finger during tedious meetings. Ever since I can remember, I've always looked at lakes & fantasized about swell lines refracting around their points & into their coves. I can see a left coming from around the corner behind these trees, then wrapping down along the contour of this little finger of land: sand bottom bliss, a crazy left skatepark fun zone. Yew! Out there!

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