Not really masochism. More like gluttony. Trying to find my surf-legs with a "never-give-up" attitude. Mid-week session. Despite the poor conditions, continued to surf my piece of the Right Coast searching for position; looking in vain for a break in the 15-20 knot, NE wind driven swell. Often been told (not that I listen) that there is a reason no one else is out. The surf report is rarely favorable, especially when the winds blow outta the nor'east. Swell-Info had "red" everywhere. Sloppy, chopped up leftist sections. Mid-tide and a rip here and there helped to get into the line-up. Regardless, I was sucking air each time I got past the foam. Hammered time after time as I was dragged by a relentless southbound current. Knocked around as I worked my way back to firm footing. Swallowed a mouthful of seawater along the way. Then a four to six block walk back to where I took on the anarchy once again. A ride here and there. No big-league moment. Left wondering when enough was enough. Not necessarily enjoyable. Definitely borderline excessive.
Been up to Heavy Seas. Like their "Pirate" attitude. A reflection of backbay Chesapeake culture and one of Baltimore's top breweries. TropiCannon Citrus IPA; you would think a summer offering. They claim year round. I'm keeping it to Spring/Summer. Pours a cloudy, dark orange with a finger and a half, tight, off-white head. Strong aromas of tropical pineapple, mango, peach, and tangerine. The flavor downplays the citrus aromas with a malty caramel sweetness in the background, and at 45 IBUs, a dry resiny bitterness to the finish. 7.25% ABV to wash away the bumps and and bruises. A six'll help recovery good on a balmy summer evening. Rated a B+/A-.
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-Anonymous Pirate
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