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"That feels like a square knot," I murmured. Checking the paracord securing my fins to my ankles, I dove under an oncoming wall of whitewater. Emerging on the other side a few moments later, I looked for bubbles on my housing, and started paddling out side stroke towards the peaking waves.
"Good luck," Evan said passing me on his longboard.
"I'll be fine," I grinned. Anticipating a side current I took a different rout from the surfers, paddling hard towards the point as opposed to straight out.
Time to dive.
Different waves.
The business end of an outside set.
Evan.
Building.
This is why I like spending time in the water. Sunsets.
After forty minutes or so, I finally made it out through the current and on comping waves. Resting for a moment like a sea otter, I figitted with the controls on the back of my housing. Aperture and shutter speed clicked with twist of a stainless steel dial. Grinning ear to ear, I shouted over to Evan.
"I'm glad I got this overnighted."
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