"Dude, you should have been there. What a wave." The tanned, dreadlocked surfer poked the embers of our dying fire.
"Still, you can’t possibly be saying it was worth it."
"Bro, you don’t understand. This wasn’t just some wave. When the Ross Shelf went, we’re talking something else altogether. I mean, civilization was nice, but this wave was downright wicked. And besides, this isn’t so bad, right?"
I looked out at the fading glow of the sunset. "I guess the Utah coast is pretty fantastic."
"Now you’re feeling it." He looked up at the first stars winking through. "Wicked, man."