Checking The Periph, the Rogue's session notes.

Locking on to that groove during an otherwise blown out evening makes it worth every effort.
Forgetting the fins, and finding the Stoke, 47th Street break. 6/10/2020.

   Surf report called out clean and waist high. Reality brought out ESE near on-shore winds that blew out most of the rollers. Waist was hard to find. A strong northerly current made for a fairly brisk drift. Added several hikes back down the beach to the exercise routine. Plenty of paddling up current in a lame attempt to keep position in the lineup. At least prolonged the drag. Water warming now; about 71-72F. Trunkin' it with a rubber top. There were enough opportunities to keep me out until dusk. The proverbial feeding time. And by myself. With fin-forming chop sweeping across my sightline, always checking the periph' for any gliding dorsal. Saw none. Felt none. Next walk south...I went out again.
   A refreshing hazy Pale to close the evening. Third Wave Brewing's Hazy Days. Clean, refreshing, bitter finish. At 25 IBUs, the light hops balanced the hint of malt sweetness up front. Poured a hazy, amber-tinted gold with a near finger high, fizzy white head. Thin, fast disappearing lacing. Tons of orange, and grapefruit citrus in the aroma. Juicy squeeze of more orange, some lemon, and the tell-tale mango-grapefruit in every swig. At 6% ABV, a couple relaxed the mind...and the nerves. Finished the session off right. Gave it a B+ rating. 

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