It was a wild day down at the Albany Bulb today. The wind was whipping so ferociously when Angie and I arrived, sea foam was flying up the beach like balls of fluff.
The waves were as big as I’ve ever seen them at our little beach. It was slightly intimidating as we got in, but once we were there, it was nothing but fun.
The waves were big, but rolling and fun; full of energy, but not chaotic. We laughed and splashed and frolicked.
The fog had rolled in last night and it still hung thickly across the bay, but it was just starting to clear as we swam, revealing the glistening buildings of San Francisco in the distance.