“Stand up now!” Jeff cried as he pushed my board into the path of an oncoming wave.
I put in three arm strokes before hauling myself up to a wobbly standing position. I was on top of a metre-and-a-half wave cruising into Pacifica Beach just north of Half Moon Bay in sunny California.
My husband and I were on our honeymoon, travelling down the west coast from Whistler to Big Sur. After spending Independence Day in San Francisco, we had travelled a mere 50 kilometres south to Half Moon Bay and found a relaxing surfers’ paradise. Read more here…
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