What Goes Up; Must Come Down (Freefall That Is)

Mother Nature has withdrawn her three day preview of heaven, and plunged we mortals back to our earthly reality. Fog covers the rock reef points and sandy beaches while a niggling, sniping, bone chilling southeast wind makes a small, irritating mess of the ocean's surface. Temps have taken their cue from the dotcom and mortgage busts, literally dropping through the floor. While Saturday and Sunday's high's were in the 80's, today's forecast is for the 50's.

West-northwesterly winds have turned back onshore with the highest SFO-SAC gradient seen this month...a whopping 5mb. Winds are projected to clear out the low clouds and fog and bring cold temps. There's talk of a frost advisory for Tuesday night.

Surf is in the small range with the "always gets waves" spots showing some rideable peaks and walls on occasion.

Gone for now is the leisurely and luxuriously warm paddle and surf of yesterday but, Hope Springs Eternal. For we who love warmth, in this wrong latitude tropical mime, what makes these recent occurrences so special is that they just don't happen very often. Their rareness is what makes the experience so extraordinary, notable and worthy of appreciation. It is what keeps us chasing our tail, looking for perfection that is always flawed, and always fleeting. Chasing the tropical dream to all corners of the earth.

We await the next coming.