It’s a cold, rainy morning in Austin, Texas. My surfboards are still loaded in the bed of the truck, my towel, wetsuit and snacks still in the warm cab.
The surf journey began at 4 am this morning, and officially ended at 9:38, just 12 minutes ago. So how were the waves? I don’t know. Something happened... something that has never happened to me in my 21 years of surfing. I’m not quite sure what to make of it, I’m still sort of shocked and a little embarrassed. What happened you might ask, what sort of calamity befell me? It’s very simple really... I turned around.
After an hour and 15 minutes of driving with a simple spin of the steering wheel I sealed the fate of today as being the session that never would be.
I pulled the truck over to the side of a county road, did a quick u-turn and steered my wheels back North towards home.
What was the cause of this unforeseen unraveling of hours of planning, preparation and early morning miles on the road? One word... TWITTER.
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The surf journey began at 4 am this morning, and officially ended at 9:38, just 12 minutes ago. So how were the waves? I don’t know. Something happened... something that has never happened to me in my 21 years of surfing. I’m not quite sure what to make of it, I’m still sort of shocked and a little embarrassed. What happened you might ask, what sort of calamity befell me? It’s very simple really... I turned around.
After an hour and 15 minutes of driving with a simple spin of the steering wheel I sealed the fate of today as being the session that never would be.
I pulled the truck over to the side of a county road, did a quick u-turn and steered my wheels back North towards home.
What was the cause of this unforeseen unraveling of hours of planning, preparation and early morning miles on the road? One word... TWITTER.
{The rest of this article can be read by following the link to the original source}

















