Because I was feeling sick, Jeb and I got cozy and settled in for some movie time together with The Endless Summer.

One of my favorite parts was when they were in South Africa and saw some sand dunes that they knew would eventually lead them to the ocean.  Should they cross the sands?  How long would it take?  Would it even be worth the journey?  They had no idea what kind of waves (if any) they’d find.

And what they did find was Cape St. Francis with what they describe as the “perfect wave”.  Clean, long curls over sandy bottom that rolled on and on so long their legs cramped as they squatted in the tube.

We all have our own kind of perfect wave.  Some dream we hold in our hearts of the ultimate experience.  And we all have our trek to get there.

Here’s to everyone getting their dream ride.