Sometimes when the world zags, I zig. San Francisco is always looking for an excuse to party - as am I - but when there is no Superbowl party that strikes your fancy, and the sun is shining brightly, (and you haven't surfed in two months), it's time to get back in the water. My newfound, ahem, time, not only freed me up to find my next trail to blaze, but to enjoy the finer things in life. So screw the Superbowl, I'd rather watch surfers than football players any day.

Jetty conditions were small, ie. perfect for me, and a little windy. I entered upon tide shift (that's me and my beloved Blue Banana), but was just happy to be getting cold, salty slaps in the face. A post-surf relax on the rocks was much needed...Oh, The Packers won. Time for some sweet surf dreams...

Photo courtesy of Luke Kilpatrick