Sunday morning

I missed the traditional New Year's Day paddle due to having a bed full of sad family members dealing with the possibility that our dog had run away the night before. Luckily, Nemo was found.

So last Sunday I decided to grab a short paddle off La Jolla Shores. The ocean was very flat, one of those days that if you timed it right you could launch and not get water into an open cockpit. I cruised toward the caves, then up to the pier. I enjoyed a small swell from the south, so I focused on my timing and strokes to gain some help from King Neptune.

I landed without issue, and headed home.