I recently saw this picture my brother took of the Great South Bay and was reminded that it’s winter. You see, here in northern California there really are no seasons. The calendar says it’s February, but in terms of climate changes we typically deal in either wet or dry. We should be smack in the middle of wet season, but ask any ski bum with a pass to a mountain in Tahoe how conditions are and you’ll get a depressed response from a guy who ultimately spent $300 to enjoy the lodge. And while the weather’s been nice, the waves have been nonexistent, which has not been the case on the east coast. So I ate my lunch outside today under a warm sun and I thought about the northeast and its winter of consistent snowstorms and better than average surf. So while it’s brick cold outside, at least east coast surfers have waves. Figuratively speaking the grass is greener, but literally not so much, because all that grass really must be dead by now.