Craig pulled the board out to a reasonable distance and turned the bow to face the sand. He pulled himself up, straddling the board in a manner seen in a hundred movies and a thousand pictures. He gently bobbed on the water, rising and falling with each breath of the ocean's waves.<br/><em><br/>We will have weather tonight Peggerty.</em><br/><br/>His voice was a little far off as he watched the waves build before rolling to the sand. Virginia is not known for is swells, this is not the Pacific. The anger and the intensity of the waves is not the same its younger sibling. The waves here are lower, the roll slower and longer. Some would scoff and call them beginner waves but they were not. Here the water taught you patience, the enjoyment of the longer and slower ride.<br/><br/>Craig looked over to Peggerty as she paddled near by. He watched how she moved, how she negotiated and cut through the waves. He waited until she was was pulled up and ready. This time when he spoke he seemed more aware, more into the now instead of the far off voice he spoke with earlier.<br/><br/><em>Why don't you take the first run, I will follow.</em><br/><br/>