Roots suits me

Here's a few pictures from the day of the mini surf contest mentioned below (no shots, you'll be sad to hear, of my very exaggerated soul arch that I think secured my win. I'm kind of glad - it was more like an accidental pelvic pump.)
I guess what stood out most from this contest were the people who attended. Some are already my very close friends, some I barely met before but got to know better. Good people, all. Just imagine participating in an event like this with strangers who had no interest in talking to each other or hooting as another caught a choppy sloppy wave or just laughing and smiling and putting the good vibe out there. It wouldn't work would it?
Events like these - small, familiar, fun. They're all about the person you're paddling out with, or watching it with from the cliff tops.
Long live homegrown surf contests.
C