Each of us brought a couple favorite boards to mix up the quiver and the newly shared quiver mixed us up with a few new favorites. Since there was no one around and the waves were pumping, there was plenty of space and time to tune into a different board and slide and drive all the way to the shore.

Pasta again was still as good as the night before with the addition of fresh lobster dropped off by a local fisherman.

Still no one else showed up to surf three, four days later. The tide determined which vehicle to ride and each ride sang the song the shaper played with each line the planer made. Ahhh Mexico, it’s what’s for and what it’s about and what we bring back adds a little more each time.