So once again I've fallen victim to the surfing rumor mill. Woke up this morning thinking some sort of ride- able surf was in my immediate future. Snuk out the back door while the fam was still asleep and ran down to Seaside. Big mistake. 20 frothing dudes with the same misguided optimism as me sitting shoulder to shoulder fighting for waist high shore break. It wasn't a total loss however. On my way back home after 40 min of bobbing around, I witnessed several "Daily Donkey" moments that had me laughing all the way home. Just goes to show, you can find stoke in almost anything. Oh well, I heard the waves are coming up tomorrow!