Or-Gone
The last entery in my Oregon series. Seems like a lifetime ago already. Had one great day out at PC with the whole crew. Punchy peaks popping up all along the beach. The sun blazing in the background, and cold beers waiting at the pub. Only problem - my arms felt like crusty strands of rope after about an hour. Not used to lugging the 5/3 around and ducking set after set to get back out. Well, if it was easier they'd call it California.
Speaking of which, Markilupo and I just rallied out for a descent morning sesh. We drove north to a semi-secret spot, and hiked down to find perfectly groomed waves walling up every fifteen minutes or so. My first was my best - a nipple high peeler that pushed me over the rocks that were trying to peek up on the inside. Long lulls left time to talk some shit and enjoy a somewhat remote break. Thanks Marky!