Wow. This is getting a long was ways from ospreys. Wasn't the trestles some kind of a reef or big wave area? We're talking over 40 years ago, man! I was never very good at it. I was lucky to make a ride all the way in. I sure had fun, and I liked looking at the girls. I refused to do that pinkie, thumb thing. I preferred the middle finger or the upraised forearm with a clenched fist. Those are pretty universal sign language not just limited to surfers. My buddy from Oregon came down to see me at Pendleton. He ended up selling his board for gas home and then his car for bus fare. After that money was gone, he joined the Navy, because I told him he wouldn't like the Marines. He ended up being a decorated seal, and he married my cousin when he came home. Now he's Cousin Larry.
I edited this because because I forgot to capitalize Marines. I could go to the theological place of eternal punishment for that. I am enjoying a mix of Beethoven, Bach and Rolling Stones on Pandora right now. Maybe I should see if my wife could find me some acid or 'shrooms at the casino. Do they even do that stuff anymore? Is that far enough off of the subject?