So for the first twenty-some odd months we lived in the Carolinas I could say that not a month went by without at least one surf. Having just looked at the surf report for about the gazzilonth time this winter, I realized that the last time I was in the water was on the other side of thanksgiving (unless of course you count the body surfing I did in Sarasota over x-mas).
Given the fact that little man won't be water-ready for at least a few weeks (months?) and he is still insistent on waiting it out til the leap year (or later) I guess it might be a little while before I get back in the water.
In the mean time I can think back fondly on Amy and my trip to Hawaii just months before moving here: