Sometimes a holiday doesn't include surfing. I'm not sure which kind that is, as I reckon you can find something to ride anywhere. New England early morning spongy longboard summit in full effect last week. Story to pop up somewhere, sometime, hopefully.
The fins actually didn't get used. Neither did the leash or the farmer john. So this is a picture of the extra stuff I didn't need. I ended up with spongy foamy rides and settling for trunking with the occasional zip-up top. I did luck into a day on a big sponge stand-up paddle board, cruising around the rocky coastal bights and coves, spying the richie's playground from afar, in my own element.