December in Sweden is like………..well December in Sweden. If not for the salt content in the water on our west coast we could ice skate to Denmark.
Even with two 5mm wetsuits, chemical warm packs on the family jewels, booties, lobster claw gloves and a full balaklava, the walk from the parking lot to the water is enough to make me turn around and run back to the car. Add to that the fact that even on a “big” day we sit just outside the breakwater hoping for a tanker to pull in so as to use the wake for an extra foot in wave height.
On the bright side though, Christmas is Old World cool. 1200 years of history, food, drink and Viking-like celebration. One thing for certain is that the Vikings of old were NOT surfers. No matter how much grog they drank there is no way they braved the frigid waters of the north sea in nothing but animal skins. I mean they were hard asses no doubt but….
Anyway, if you live below the 60th parallel north consider “winter” in your neck of the woods tropical by comparison. If on Christmas morning the thermometer outside your window reads above -20, put down the cocoa and grab a beer instead. Raise it up and say a toast to your fellow surfers in the world that have not felt their lower extremities since September. Wish us the strenght and mental fortitude to pull on our 1/2 inch thick rubber Michelin man suits and make that walk from the car to the water (without getting arrested and shipped off to the looney bin).
In return we wish you a warm and Merry Christmas
/V