In July, Mike and I headed to Cocoa Beach, Florida to visit Grandma Betty. While there, we celebrated Mike's birthday, ate Sonny's BBQ, perused old photos (and left with a lot of them), visited old friends in Orlando and surfed daily.
The waves are not what you'd call "big" in July, but there were waves, and they were generally a pretty good size for lil' ol' me. The big, huge, gargantuan plus to surfing in Florida over Oregon is one's ability to forgo the wetsuit.
For your viewing pleasure, below is a one of my little music videos of the experience.