by dogfur » Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:20 pm
Sunday 9:30 am, so jay flow - light off shore wind, high thin overcast, just letting a little yellow sunlight through. About 4 people out and a couple suiting up. Not glassy, just a little texture, the low spots filled with the gray reflection of the sky.
Took the middle rip and paddled down to my favorite spot, everyone else was a little further down the beach. First wave was head high right, maybe 1 ft. over (full disclosure - I'm just a little feller mmhhmm). Rode it over to where everyone else was.
Probably my best wave of the day, heard a couple "nice wave"s. Okay, off to a good start. Sat with the crowd (6 others plus myself!) Let a few go by. Second wave I was a little too late and deep, pearled my board. Ah, back to reality. Caught several decent waves after that, the swell dropped steadily during my three hr. session, except for that one set that defined the term "clean up set" Scratched and clawed my way out as hard as I could, turned after the last wave to see just myself and one other guy left, everyone else on shore. The wind picked up and conditions deteriorated and it was back to the bus at 12:30.
Played some fetch with the big yellow dog in the freezing cold wind, now about 25-30 knots out of the north, and washed some cheese and crackers down with an ice cold Full Sail. Yum. Took a nap on the couch and woke up to the phone ringing. My youngest daughter calling from Santa Cruz. "Dad, it's 75 degrees here and beautiful, the cove is full of surfers!" Lucky little brat.
Life is too important to be taken seriously.