A huge grey finned figure was headed straight for me. At first I saw it off in the distance, moving slowly, and as a slightly overhead wave started building height and momentum, it seemed fixated and gunning right for me. I had 2 options. Paddle straight for it in hopes of making it over the wave, or go under and get eaten by the whitewater, and maybe even by that big grey blob. Everyone else was within yelling distance, but I only let a “What the f is that” escape my lips in a trembling whisper. Paddling straight for it, I shrieked….. with laughter and relief when not one, but two dolphins jumped out of the wave barely arms length from me. Â Ken, one of the resort guests, had caught that same wave farther up the point and passed by me and zig zagged back and forth with the playful pair for the next 100 yards to the beach.
Twenty-five minutes of waves was more than enough this morning, having been totally expended of all the energy I had yesterday, and with a chunk missing out of my toe and now a large piece of skin missing from my knee from a rather comical pool mishap last night.  So a lot of relaxing, a few runs down the beach past the point, and a pretty pink sunset was in the cards for the day.
