The Ferullos cannot refuse a dare. Even if it means stripping and jumping in the cold ocean. Bring it on

Swimming with the Dolphins.

Last Sunday, just before I picked up my brother at the airport, I decided to paddle out into the head-high beautiful waves at South Ocean Beach. It was foggy, but the wind was light, and the waves were mushy peelers, perfect for a mellow Sunday morning surf.

I took a few and realized that my decision to stay alcohol free the prior night was smart. It's amazing how much better I ride when my blood is toxin free. Imagine that.

After a short, left close-out, the first in a set of 4, I started to paddle back out and braced myself to duck-dive very deep. I saw a fin. Then I saw another. Then a saw two dolphins, slightly to my north side, burst from the set wave in pure synchronicity, and spin their blubbery bodiesa full 360 degrees, before l landing and riding down the line of the wave.

Before I knew it I was surrounded by a dozen dolphins who were jumping, playing, and riding the waves on this solemn Sunday morning. I could have touched them, they were so close, and I swear, I could hear them laughing. They continued to swim south, riding the waves bouncing up and down, spreading their love to the few surfers that were out.

It was magical

Keep on going....

OK Jones, and David Ortiz enjoying some rays at the Treasure Island Music Festival.

The Sox are still rocking.

Jones is still awesome.

And, and the beautiful components of my new life keep revealing themselves.

Oh, what there is to be thankful for!!!

My new break: Somewhat cold, much more powerful, but oh so rewarding.
This place does not mess around. The currents are relentless.
But, in the morning, as the fog is lifting, or in the evening, as the sun is setting, there is no other place that I would rather be.