A Day To Remember

The thing that I love most about Southern California - other than the warm, friendly, humble people, of course - is that I have the ability to snowboard all winter and surf all year. I've done them both in the same weekend on several occasions, but it's always been a goal of mine to do both in one day.

I got up this morning at 6am, packed up the SUV and headed to Snow Summit. I was there by 8:15 and on the lift by 8:30. The snow was great, but the wind was ferocious, stopping people dead in their tracks as they were exiting the lift or trying make their first few turns. By 11am, the wind had blown off the snow in a lot places, leaving solid blue ice.

I was on the road again by 11:30 and back in Long Beach by 1pm. I unpacked my snowboarding gear, loaded up my surfing gear - along with Jaeger and Larry - and was riding waves by 2:30. It's now 4:50pm and I'm sitting on the couch grinning from ear to ear as I watch a surf flick.

Ok - you can touch me now. I said you can fuckin touch me!