surfing spicey mexican food

I'm sitting up at camp, I got the tarp set up, the fire going, and dinner digesting, and I look out into the darkness, and what do I see? Snow! In August. You have got to be kidding me right? Well guys, I'm not kidding, and I guess Mother Nature is just setting the tone for what is to come. I thought it was just a cold snap, and thats what they said, but now I am begining to think they were wrong, and it is something different. Something more like...Winter.

Anywho I have been still catching these little tiny rinky dink fish, and it is getting old. I can see the fish I want to catch , there just below the surface mocking me- usually 3 or 4 at a time. They just sit there, watching my fly float by, and it would appear they are more content eating scum off the rocks than my delicious tasting dry fly.

Burrito and Enchilada are great waves right now, I hear they get better- but regardless it is a great spot to park and play and it really isn't that far of a drive to go get my kayak fix. Everyone has been surfing Burrito, but what they don't know- (I'm pretty sure those people don't read this) is that Enchilada is where it is at. Faster and more retentive than Burrito, I don't understand why people line up at Burrito and Enchilada (just to the right) goes unsurfed.

Matt made us a feast last night. We got back from boating, went to the store and 6 courses later we were in the deepest realms of our food comas. Guac and chips, bone marrow on toast, cabbage with pickled carrots, radishes with salt and salad, green chili pork, ribs, cornbread, a huge prime cut of beef, and a growler full of pale ale. There may have been more, but with such a tasty menu and the sheer quantity of food, those details are lost forever. Unable to move I was forced to sleep on his couch. Which is where I am now, getting closer to being able to leave under my own power.