One of my best parts of surfing was the satisfaction that washed over me as I rinsed off my surfboard and changed into dry clothes. The ocean water was refreshing against my sunburnt skin. Although by the end of the day my fingers and toes were icy. Pulling off my drenched and sticky wet suit in favor of a soft cotton tee was a heavenly experience. As I Smiled from ear to ear, I shook out my salty, sandy hair and managed to work it into a shape somewhat resembling a bun. Finally, dry and warm once more, I grabbed my board and headed to the thing we call a home. (The van!) Even after the board was all strapped to the roof, I could’ stop thinking about the thrill of finally standing and balancing for a few shaky seconds before plummeting back into the foamy turmoil of salt and seaweed.
Blog Post by: Isabelle Zink
Edited and Produced by: Lily Zink