Who wants to tell some story of icy spray surfing in 40 years?

Put your bag of bones in a six millie tomorrow at dawn and join ole long in the tooth at Area 51 and a 222 breakfast at the S-Bend.

No shore watchers need apply. Throw your February inhibitions away on a frosty face in Lake Erie as the sun or gray comes up. If we are lucky we'll get some snow squalls to help us hide at Area 51.


Do I ride solo? It doesn't matter either way. The commitment is there and we've decompressed. Time for wave riding. Lots of opportunites and open water space to explore from the point of view of a surfboard deck dropping down a headhigh or taller wave.