Well, Slim finally got a break from is kids’ 4-H festivities (They have a heffer named Moo-Moo, who’s a sure bet to take the blue ribbon this year). So he was able to join Moke and I for a little Stoke, Morro-style.
I had promised good photos and only sort of came through with that. This one on the right is probably the best (click on it for a larger image), though it would have been nice had I been on the other side — or had Slim at least turnned and smile for the camera. “Hey, Slim — make love to the camera, Bra’h!” Didn’t you ever watch Zoolander?
This next one is of Moke, who is a sponger. We try not to hold that against him (too much) because he’s actually a pretty decent sponger, which is almost as good as being, oh, let’s say a mediocre stand-up surfer. Here he is almost blocking my view of Morro Rock. 
And since we’re all about brotherly love here at the Bias, here’s Slim and Moke together. I think they had a notion of going for this wave, then decided, “Nah. We only go for five foot and above!”
We were lucky to get anything, of course. When we first pulled up to the beach, Slim and I were like, “Ugh.” Because, honestly, it looked like crap. And gray. And cold. But we went out and got a little serrendipitous Stoke. Nice shape, decent size (for summer) and lots of opportunities.
I didn’t like the part when my board snapped off of my leash. But, hey, who doesn’t need a good swim every now and then? Better today than on a 7-foot day.
By the time 10 rolled around, conditions had already started to slop up. But that was ok — Slim had to get back to Paso and his 4-H chickens.





Why is it never, ever warm there? I trunked it yesterday evening here and it was almost too hot and I’m basically a pussy. WHY IS IT SO DAMN COLD IN MORRO BAY?