Boom Boom called from the beach at 7."It's light outside! The waves are six inches. Let's go out and paddle around." I told her my rule on that, so she asked me to watch so she "didn't drown".

The howling westerlies squashed the swell to a foot or two. Tide was blowout low, and only striper guys throwing clams into the water were on the beach. The swell was breaking on the sandbar, which was out about 75-100 yards. The wind gradually increased from the west. Not a cloud in the sky. Boom Boom caught a few waves and stood up once. They were breaking fast, so it was a bit tricky. She wiped out on the other waves - she said she closes her eyes. Fun to watch.

Somehow Boom Boom had waxed her board so that the bumps formed bizarre fractal patterns evenly on the entire board. Like strange beadwork. She thinks its normal.