Four straight days of surf. Good stuff; but my arms and shoulders are torched. Also my feet. I did my walk north from New Brighton. Mom; thanks for the park pass.
It was tough to walk away, but there's only so much you can do. April fools or not.
Blue Tarp treated me well. I wanna say thank you, very much.
At times it seemed like a mellow dick-less version of the Hook. People under the cliff. I hope it doesn't cave in on them. Super sexy gals in their trucker hats...
Waves barreled at the end, especially when you cut back in to them. I got three inside where I looked up and tried to see if I did, in fact, get barreled. The essence.
I kept trying to get memorable rides and did. The inside loaded onto a packed sandbar from the recent flooding of Capitola. Low sloping rides would jack up at this sandbar - especially at low tide.
Wish I could do more, but there was some knee-boarding too...
Either way, for me riding the fish that is slightly taller than I am ended up doing well amongts long boarders. See Ventana Boards for some fine stuff, plus those guys were killing because they very simply paddled in to waves with one or two strokes.
On the way out, I saw some dude driving golf balls from the sand into the ocean. That pissed me off. I muttered something about wtf kramer? Five years ago - I would've confronted the guy. Now-a-days I am reminded that he is holding a 4 iron in his hand, and he looks pissed too.
It was actually kind-of funny, because for one thing he couldn't shoot. I watched him miss once and when he did hit the ball it would skim off the sand into the white water. Also, as the tide was rising he has to constantly pick up his tee and replant it more upshore.
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