The Indian Summer becomes well deserving of its name this time. Riddled with swell and weather that can only be characterized by neat and sloppy conditions. On this particular morning we check our secret only to find a mycomania shrouding our surf check. They call, we listen, and we receive the message and become consumed. Derailed from our surf plans, we set out only for a moment to answer to a distant call from the mycelium hotline. Prior years spots prove to be holding from one to the next. Our adventure keep us hot on the trail of years before...