distress

Last chance for surf today before south winds come again and take away the fun.... paddling around Yaquina head this afternoon, catching some waves before the wind really did a number on it, things started to get spooky:

First, everyone left the water, all at once. Mass exodus, and there we were, Woody and I, all alone. It was the classic trilogy... grey skies, grey water, no visibility. I began to get that eerie feeling...

Next, I look up to the cliff which overlooks the break, and see a person waving his arms frantically. This, I recognize, is the international distress signal. What in the world would someone on land be doing waving at us this way? Unless....

I said to Woody, "lets go, right now... that dude is waving us out," and Woody thought I meant waving, as in a friendly hello.