I have gained such a respect for surfers since we've been here. These guys (and girls) are seriously devoted in ways I will never understand. They hit the beach around 5:30 am and don't leave until the sun is completely gone. The Pacific always feels super cold compared to the Atlantic, in my opinion. But let me tell you, in January that water is seriously freezing. I put my feet in one deceptively 80 degree day and every muscle in my body sent an SOS message to my brain. Coldest water I have ever felt. But those surfers? Those surfers are out there every morning floating on their boards watching the sun rise and waiting for the ocean to throw them a bone.