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August 22, 2012
I was paddling out under gray skies when thunder cracked behind a flash of lightning. I flinched in surprise. Thunderstorms are possible in San Diego, but mostly they are only predicted. I thought of the puppy at home in his zone of confinement. As much as he hates the sound of Harleys I was sure he would not be happy with the thunder. Minutes passed as a decent south swell threw the occasional set our way.

At first I mistook the splashes for a school of fish on the surface, but it was hail. Surfing during a hailstorm; a first.