Stretching hoods and boots on over their wetsuits, wriggling into insulated gloves and marching toward the surf, is how Brian Carl and the rest of the Maine surfers gear up for a winter day at the beach. Seen from a distance, the surfers are a cross between ninjas and insects as they make their way across the rocky sand.
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