.breakfast bbq.

It was smaller this morning than yesterday, but after a fun session [where I was mocked for going over the falls by everyone out] I paddled in to a yummy homecooked breakfast prepared by the old guys. Some of them brought their wives and kids, and we all just hung out under the tents eating everything from fruit salad, croissants [Byron didn't know what a croissant was ... he thought it was like a turnover ...], chili, chicken to eggs, steak, a variety of sausages, beverages, etc. It made my tummy happy.

It's going to be very small for a while which might give my poor legs a break. I have bruises all over from where my skegs [or other parts of the board] have ruthlessly attacked me. I'm not used to having so many fins so close to my body.