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That’s me surfing the semi-choppy waves at 16th Street in Cocoa Beach, Florida on June 7th, 2002 at around 8:00 in the morning.
Surfing is an unlikely sport I first tried while living in Mayaquez, Puerto Rico between 1967 and 1971.
Living most of my life in Kansas, not one person I knew understood why I took every opportunity to vacation somewhere where I could surf.
When a person surfs, nature is being harnessed and controlled to a degree causing the same kind of relaxation some find from gardening for example, except that you certainly get quite a bit more excersice and it can be quite a bit more dangerous. Even waves such as the one on the left contain an unimaginable amount of power.
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