Buddy and I chased that last westy, the 4th or 5th in an unusual string of solidish 270-280 June swells, down the coast a little ways. Been frothing on getting back to the sacred land and my old stomping grounds to see if anything was cooking with waves lined up for so long now. Cut over early with cam looking small and swell not quite popping and spied a lonely peak from the bluff in the magnet beachie zone that looked serviceable, and it was! One of those negative tide bars that required paddling a low tide lagoon to a sand island out to dumpy little shorey peaks. Oil glass and punchy lefts and rights that we mostly split, me going right! Steep drops to bowly CH walls that allowed for one FS lipper with a nice amount of speed. Views of mini barrels throwing paddling back out. After a few hours the sets grew and tide began to push over the sand island and wind started to puff. New swell was showing and been sometime since I've seen a swell come in like that while in the water.
Journey continued after kine lunch at a local staple Oaxacan joint and checked usualls in Epicenter of the 2020s. Couple waves here and there with heads on them, but nothing to motivate the dub sesh after a productive and private am sash. Entered the sacred zone and buzzed all da “spots” but wind was up. Pulled into one of my top 2 coastal campgrounds and scored a walk up, a thing of the past in most zones esp NoCo. Pleasant evening and slept like a baby to the sounds of the running creek, spotted owls hooting, and waves breaking off in the distance. Early rise and shine ready to get rinsed. With the 7’-8’ swell and minus low I had my sights on the point, but unfortunately once in sight was not quite lining up. Swell was pumping but was lumping, not focused on the outer boil and quite soupy. Watched for 30 minutes and takes a lot of luck to get this one and it just wasn't happening.
Too big and wonky for reef and mouth, so rallied back up to staple. Oddly quiet and only a few heads out in the lee, soaked up the sun and watched for a bit as the tide bottomed out. Clean and kinda small looking and not many waves going down, but we knew this was going to have to be the spot. Suited and booted and ran into an og loc from the zone we surfed day prior also on the mid am hunt. What looked ho hum from a far turned out to be an enjoyable session in the push as things filled in. HH slopey running walls that got steeper on inside with light NNE wind kinda feathing a bit. Right and lefts, the left's longer per usual here, but frontside cuttys feel so damn good on jah lightwing twinny. The 3 of us traded waves for a few hours, an oddly quiet sesh at a spot that's usually pretty busy. Case of the Mondays I guess. Went back to the sacred land and spent the afternoon chilling and took a little hike from camp to the best and highest viewpoint on the OC.
Had to work the next day on da remote so another early rise and shine, which is SOP in this zone with the summer noterlies that often don't cool out at night. Swell had dropped considerably and maybe perfect size for some reefers, but unfortunately the minus tide revealed it was pitted : ( and needs sand filled in. Good for the interntidal explorers that frequent this spot more than surfers. Maybe set up again in 2030

and glad I was on to it a handful of times in the 2020’s! Ended up opting for murky brown, sharky beachie peaks at the south end, which has been kinda fun the last few times I have surfed here. Women on the bench “asked if I had surfed here before” perhaps a little concerned and I let her know I was one of a few loc dogs in 98-99 and in so many words

Lefts that were hard to get into despite having a little punch and turned into maintenance sesh. Some bloke pulled up in a sprinter and tried to join us but never made it out and retreated back to his sprinter with tail between his legs

Anyways prob been better on the old performance egg, but that board is long gone. All and all bueat of a morning, warm and calm winds, in my happy place and another session with no one around. Went to grub at a local hippy staple post sarf, but unfortunately it was closed. Typical stoner hours. Buddy took the helm, motored home, and worked in my mobile office in the back. Good to have at least one day off recently and fun arse little sarf roady. Until next time

Routine is a vampire. Manu Chao-