The first time I saw people surfing off Maine’s frigid North Atlantic shore in the middle of February, I thought they were crazy. The water temperature was around 39° and the air temperature was in the teens. Yet, there they were, paddling out to where the waves were breaking, and then riding them back to shore. Again, and again, and again.
What are they thinking, I wondered? This is nuts!
I had formed an instant opinion of these surfers– and it wasn’t a positive one.
But I’ve since changed my mind.Keep reading