The Big Blue ...

Nearly every year since high school, my husband has a weekend away surfing with his friends. They head up the coast, listen to music, tell outrageous stories, drive around most of the day looking for the best waves .... and there may be some beer involved.

This weekend they all took their sons along for the first time. Like a rite of passage, an initiation into manhood and entry into the secret world of surf trips. 

Funnily enough, the surf is magnificent right on our doorstep. This is a swimmer and surfers enjoying the big swell at South Curl Curl.