I was traveling up the coast from Southern Baja and stopped in to stay with my good friend Brett Simundson at his forest hideaway. As always, we were hungry for some waves and decided to go search for some lonely peelers in the cold waters north of San Francisco.
Brett loaded up his bike, and it was one of those classic California afternoons: clear, hot, and pure gold in terms of light. I couldn't resist but snap a few photos. California always treats me right.聽