The Better Half, the Critter and my parents all took a short drive around the shore to see how the waves looked, now that the wind has died down a lot.
Here’s how they looked at the beach about four miles away:
Rather large waves, no?
With this in mind, I would like the commend the gentlemen who, shortly after I got this picture, trotted after me to go surfing.
Stretch it out, dude
Note that he is stretching, so as to prevent injury. Well done, sir! God forbid you should pull a muscle!!
If you’re a big wave surfer, that doesn’t look like such the unreasonable wave set. They get crazy big in Hawaii.
Of course, you can argue that big wave surfers, as a class, are nutty.
People in California went to the beach looking to surf the tsunami from the Japan quake. Now that is just plain stupids.
Yes, that’s stupidity of a different order of magnitude.
It wasn’t just the size of the waves, it was the rather frothy and violent way they seemed to be crashing into the rocks. I dunno, perhaps I’ve just a crotchety old fogey at heart, but when they juuuust started allowing people to walk along the beach again, and they’re using words like “dangerous riptide,” I think maybe it’s not the best time to surf.
Big wave surfers don’t think like you and me. They think stuff like this is really cool.