On an impulse, I drove to the Pier, parked in disabled spots right on the sand--damn near. The late afternoon.
Just 10 minutes but an eternity since I was loose enough to put on a wet suit, fins, and a neoprene hood.
Water about 67, clean enough. Surf conditions poor. Waves 3 feet but no angle on them to be ridden. Only a few surfers.
Mentally, it's quite difficult to get myself in the water. Maybe I can change. Bye.
