After lunch, Ginny and I went our separate ways. She headed back to the plantation, and I went home to work on my board. It was silly to have it sitting there and not do anything with it.
I was better than that.
It was still a solid block of foam with the thin stringer down the center. The gap between the two chunks of foam showed the wooden sliver, a detail I was looking forward to seeing in the finished board.
I laid my template on top of the board and traced it onto the surface. When I removed the template, the board came into view.
It was beautiful.
I worked from the edges, shaving away chunks of the blank evenly until I grew closer and closer to the lines I’d drawn on the board.
The shape I slowly carved out of the foam was starting to look like an actual surfboard. I had a lot
