I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and whatever else might pop into my head. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Goose Chase Gray


Friday after noon goose chase: Went looking for my buddy on the cliffs. White board, black wetsuit. I give up. Ran into some other friends who convinced me to come down. But wait, my board is being repaired as we speak. So Molly graciously offers me one of her boards. But its in her room up the hill. Run up to my apartment, grab my wetsuit then my roommate drops me off at Molly's room. Brake into her room and pick up her board and carefully maneuver it around the three sets of stairs then start the trek down the hill. Jonny! Thank goodness for that maroon Vanagon. So I once again accept a nice offer hop in with Jon and finally arrive back at the cliffs. Then I found all of the friends I could not find before. It was a lovely twilight session. After a while the all-encompassing-gray scared off most of the crowd and silvery waves we left for the brave few. Silver slide. Nice way to end a great chase.

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