It’s done so much in California that it’s become part of the stereotype: surfing!

On Sunday morning, Tyler and I drove to Santa Cruz to experience the thrill firsthand. Neither of us had surfed before, so we took lessons at Cowell’s Beach.

Thanks to wetsuits and a clear sky, the water hardly seemed cold. We joined dozens of others playing in the surf, riding the waves towards the beach before paddling back out. Time flew by. It was exhausting yet strangely relaxing.

Now I understand why people become surf bums.

(This post is part of the 100/100/100 challenge)