From the Surfing Thread

I remember the long ride through Lexington to Daytona. I remember Wild Palms. I remember the ocean breeze on a 107 degree march day. I remember the condominiums with their ample supply of cochroaches on the terra firma. But most of all I remember the ocean itself. Being in it, surrounded by it, awash in it. I remember the boogie board holding me there - static in the deadliest of possible environments. And though I never thought I'd see it, I was immersed in it. The water was salt to touch taste and smell. The roaring tides were like nothing I'd experienced before. Man cannot make an ocean. Only the ocean can make a man.