A four hundred yard long left point break.
Water warm enough to wear a spring suit. Glassy. Head high and roping.
Drive the truck right up to the edge of the cobblestones. Paddle out, surf it to the fish camp. Walk all the way back. Repeat until your arms give out.
Walk back to the truck, crack a beer, lie in the sun. No parking meter, no goon squad, no problem. As a matter of fact, nobody within a couple of hundred miles. Southern Baja- we should all be so lucky.
Tim Hatler, owner of Palapas Ventana hitting the jackpot.