My trip up the northshore on Monday showed some promise with heavy winds and the lake frothy from white caps.
The sun was shining and the water was blue, beautiful.
Tuesday morning after all was done, I ventured down to the beach to find clean lines. It did not look too big to me so I went down to the waters edge. Well it looks quite deceiving from atop the cliff because the clean lines that were coming in were waist to chest high. So I suited up and paddled out. The waves were near perfect for a lake, peeling lefts and rights I could choose any line I wanted. I caught a few astonishing rides.
Nothing like dark blue courduroy to make a fashion statement.
I even tried to tuck into the odd barrel.
