Dana Point

Mollie was at work, and Perry shreds.  So I decided to attempt to hang with Perry.  We paddled out at Salt Creek while he was in between classes.  A friend of his let me borrow a leash, which was excellent considering it was at least three feet larger than any swell I had gotten on for the whole road trip.  Had an epic time dropping in on some back-side walls, even managed to snake a front-side face as my last wave.  Watched a guy cut off this lovely lady named Leila and break his board in the process.  While karma is a thing, I still felt embarrassed for him... especially because he attempted to piece his board back together and walk off the beach as if nothing had happened.  Better luck next time, bub.  Perry went to his afternoon class and I biked around Dana Point Harbor for a couple hours.  Stopped in a bike and coffee shop to pick up some inner-tubes and an Americano. No cream. Extra shot.  Managed to crank out a quick colored pencil shape study while I was sipping.  Met up with Perry and Zack, another friend from back home, then met up with Mollie and a friend of hers from Los Angeles.