To set up this week's photo, I'm sharing another short excerpt from Sea Glass Winter.
Fifteen-year-old Matt Templeton still isn't enamored with Shelter Bay, but some new friends, along with former IED disposal tech turned high school physics teacher and basketball coach, Dillon Slater, are starting to win him over. In this scene, Claire, Matt, and Dillon are eating dinner at Sax Douchett's Bon Temps.
"How are you liking Shelter Bay?" Sax asked Matt.
He shrugged. But at least the glower was gone. "It's okay," he mumbled around a mouth of dirty rice. "I like playing ball."
"Word on the street is that you've got some wicked skills on the court. I was a baseball guy myself, and to tell the truth, when I was your age, I thought this place had to be the dullest spot on the planet."
"Obviously you haven't ever visited the oil patch in west Texas," Dillon said dryly. "At least Shelter Bay has an ocean. . . You surf?"
Another shrug. "I did."
"Come summer you'll have to get back into it. I've been thinking of taking it up. Maybe you can give me some pointers."
Although Dillon had promised not to kiss her over the popcorn shrimp, which was delicious, Claire could've leaned across the table and kissed him when her son visibly perked up.
"People surf here?" He made it sound like another, far distant, alien planet.
"Sure." Dillon scooped up some crab jambalya. "I saw a lot of surfers out last summer. There are, apparently, good breaks all up and down the coast. Including some for winter surfing, but those are for experts only."
"Which I am," Matt said.
"That may be. But you're also important to the team, so why don't you just save risking your neck until the season's over."
People do, indeed, surf off the Oregon coast, but not without wetsuits, because even in summer the temperature of the water is only in the low to mid 50s.
This photo of a lone surfer was taken in winter, hence the steely water: