We woke up on Tuesday morning to a cold rain, making it difficult to motivate towards the 50 degree water. The swell was decent though, which it often isn't here, so if we blew it off we'd be just like everyone else who makes excuses and doesn't do the things that truly satisfy them. Leann, Dirk, and myself pulled on wet wetsuits.
A modified squirt boat, the bat boat is so tight that a folded towel is all one gets for padding.
Dirk launches with the greenland blade he built.
It always amazes me how even a mediocre surf session can transform a person. Watching Dirk reconnect with the waves was one of the most gratifying experiences I've had all year. Thanks Dirk, I hope it's not another 20 years before you catch the next swell.