As that session wore on, the approach on my part evened out and I started to go back to charge mode. Alex had missed my best air, so I had to get back on it and get the shot, which ended up being kind of more of a forced effort, but the landing was about tenacity and not quitting. That wouldn’t normally have been good for me if hadn’t made that landing in front of “Hamburgers”. We ate it up. There was about enough wind to have us happy and tired enough to eat whatever the local watering hole put in front of us and, before we knew it, the swell was over, the trip was done.