I'll start. Heck I'd post my home phone number, I don't care.
Me on a longboard. It was one of those really good days. You know what I mean, the ones that you remember that day for a long time. That's my boss in the background. We paddled out past the set and you could hear the migrating Blue whales singing when the surf would quiet some. As close to perfect as a day can be.

Mrs. D:

Marry a fine southern gal. You'll be glad you did.
The waves were crashing ahead of a low pressure storm system coming in. Sprays would go maybe 70-80 feet in the air and sound like a heavy mortar shell when the surge slammed into the wall. We go there a lot in the winter to watch the waves when it does that.
and finally:

This is low tide. Mile after mile of shoreline looks just like this. Postcard perfect views everywhere.