Oh the days. Growing on the Mid-Atlantic and New England Coast, this was just something we did. Water in the 30’s, icicles on your hood, nuclear bomb ice cream headaches on ill-timed duck dives, but with a smile, ear to ear. Seems crazy to me now. Maybe I’m getting old. Perhaps my blood is just thinning after over a decade in SoCal. Maybe both.

All considered, nothing gets me all hot and bothered more, than seeing a solid swell in the ol stomping grounds…

Given the opportunity, yeah, i’d probably do it again.

Photo and video by Ryan Mack

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