After many days of proclaiming I would go on an expedition to hunt down some sand, the event has finally occurred! Hit Long Island today for some surfing. Was late - seem to have developed a disturbing trend for this over last few days, including theoretically missing flight (only theoretically, thankfully, as flight was also late. Good coordinating tactics, methinks). Anyway, lovely instructor waited for me to start lesson. Yey! Sea was fantastic - loads of huge waves. Lost sunblock to the water within about three point five minutes - not much withstands a full frontal assault by the Atlantic. However, did manage to 'catcha wave' a good few times, and for the first time ever got that experience of being a good metre above sea level when you're actually standing on the crest as it breaks. Hoping to have another session in Santa Monica when I get there. Eliot (instructor) is also coming over to the UK in September, so if anyone's up for a surf trip to Devon, let me know!
Otherwise, packign in a rather bedraggled fashion for train tomorrow. Getting on 'The Cardinal' at 6.55 (disgusting) at Penn Station. It takes a mere 26 hours and 30 minutes to get to Chicago, via Washington, Cincinati, and some mountains.
In other news: Zoe's facebook addiction continues; we all await Brandon's gorilla-beating-him-over-the-head-with-a-tree pictures with eager anticipation; Sophie continues to devour weird and ugly things on an almost daily basis.
Will try and upload some pics. Computer finally accepting internet. yey!
