This year has been colder than most years, but the surf has been better than most winters as well. The east winds pushing off shore and crunchy sand under your feet make the dawn patrols harder and harder. 28 degrees on the truck's thermometer while putting on the wetty, with the heater pumping and some metal on the ipod trying to get the full kick off the coffee before the first duck dive. Welcome to the northwest. It is a re-invite. I have been in these waters all my life and I don't care who the hell you are, you never get immune these ice cold mornings.