However, a few times I’ve had some negative run-ins with them because they say I was surfing in restricted areas. Of course I was and knew it too, but no matter how much I, or any true surfer gets harassed, we’re going to go wherever the waves are.
Anyway, we came back into shore about a mile north of where we’d entered. Normally we would just paddle our way back down the coastline, but that day, the last day we’d get to surf together, we decided to walk along ‘Silver Stand Blvd’ part of the way. It isn’t an uncommon thing to see a couple surfers hoofing it down the beach, but seeing how I was, butt naked we were getting all kinds of rubberneckers. I even got a few whistles, all from guys thinking they were funny; at least I hope they were trying to be funny.