Can I PLEASE Go Surfing?

Anthony texted me this morning: "Volleyball practice was canceled. Can I PLEASE go surfing?"

He has been asking permission to go surfing by himself since he got his driver's license and I have been reluctant to let him go. Not because he is a bad driver, but because he is forgetful and I was worried he would lose his key or forget something important at the beach. But today, I ran out of excuses/reasons and I realized that I will eventually have to let him go. And if he loses his key or something else, he will have to figure out what to do on his own. After all, he is almost 17 years old! So I let him go with the promise that he would text me when he got there and before he left to drive home.

At 3:00PM I got this text: "C Street was walled out, too big! I'm gonna hunt around for a spot that's smaller/safer."

I'm thinking OK, at least he made it to the beach, but apparently the waves are too big! But I trust Anthony and I know that he will find a safe spot, or he will turn around and come home. (If this was Nicholas, who is more of a daredevil, I would have been really worried).

5:16PM: "On my way home. Scored big time at Rincon!"

6:45PM: He just got home safe and sound and very happy! Phew!