Christmas surf puns are like mistletoe—you can’t pass them up. And while the rest of NY/NJ waited for their presents under the tree, our crew headed to the ocean to unwrap ours.
Visions of sugar plums danced in the children’s heads, but our visions were strictly of the spinning saltwater vortex variety.
Digging into one from the North Pole.
Steezy hand drags are always a good start.
Aaaaaand getting slotted down the line.
This might be the equivalent of running down the stairs to open the presents. Forever-grom John Cahn on the jog for his next nugget.
Rob Kelly in da house (SFX: airhorn)
Just another fellow stoke excavator looking for the sweet spot.
No takers, guess this one gets re-gifted. See ya out there!