One night over beers, an old friend named John told me about the time that he almost got sucked out to sea towards the Farallon Islands — the fabled feeding grounds for great white sharks — in San Francisco, California.
The year was 2015, and San Francisco was overtaken by two things common to the Bay Area: fog and swell. Karl, which is what locals call the far and wide reaching fog, draped low to the ground and enveloped everything in its path.
When John looked outside from his window on the second floor of the apartment building, he couldn’t see the street down below. He figured that when he got to the beach he wouldn’t be able to see past the shorebreak. This endless fog would keep most people away from the surf…