Fairy Iris
You will find these everywhere in the San Diego Area. We have a rather glorious bush of them growing...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over your head, the smell of mother ocean wafting around you, the first splash of the chilly water around your ankles, the feel of a trillion billion grains of sand beneath your feet as you shuffle out through the shallows on a new adventure.
Sometimes it doesn't go well. Sometimes stingrays find your ankles for target practice, sometimes the fin of another surfer sends you for stitches, sometimes the surf is so bad it's more frustrating than ecstatic.
But it always starts this way and always . . . you are so grateful you went.
You will find these everywhere in the San Diego Area. We have a rather glorious bush of them growing...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
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In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...