Not many things you can do to put your mortality in perspective that have more of a grip than a late afternoon at Sandy Beach. 2-4 and glassy. Chris got to borrow the heavy duty underwater camera housing for a few days so we went out and got shots of us catching waves, flashing the shaka and trying to look calm in the face of almost certain death.
Pictures coming soon.
Now I'm packing to leave, listening to Sgt. Peppers, wondering where the world went wrong.
Back to Arizona tomorrow.
