Perfect Toontown surfing

When 50 Dophins greet me as I paddle out into perfect little Lower Trestles, I have to pinch myself hard to see if I am dreaming. Turns out it was just a fairy tale type of adventure on a windless glassy uncrowded Lower Trestles at 3PM in the afternoon. Little rippers and a couple tubes to boot made me wish it would never end. But school let out and the kiddies all showed, but for a while, it was perfect Toontown surfing.