A couple of years back I watched a group of volunteers reach deep into the sand and pull out sea turtle hatchlings who needed a little extra help making their way to the surface. Once released, even though they had never seen the light of day, these little guys knew where they wanted to be. Drawn to the ocean and away from land. Pretty sure I have a green shell and you may have one too.
Earlier in the week the reports were indicating Friday was the clean up. As I made my way around the shop, I’d occasionally ask, “Hey, what’s the latest?” on the off chance someone may be privy to some back channel weather guru knowledge. It doesn’t hurt to keep an open ear to the wooden planks of thy Surf Station after poking around our surf report and weather page.
As the sun set on Thursday the anticipation grew. The view faded to black and I began to imagine what it’s like to poke my head out of a shell not yet breaching the sandy surface. As the earth completed its rotation, the sun once again cast its rays across the Atlantic where we stood like hatchlings waiting to make our way through the sea foam scattered along the beach. This little beach crawler however had other plans and instead grabbed a camera for a few photos. Cheers to Friday Sessions 2.9.24.
