I actually woke up before the sun came up and darted out of the house. Well, not really darted. I still have a morning routine that must take place. It goes down like a checklist. Get dressed, say hello to the porcelin throne, fill my water bottle, wake the dog, hop in the car and drive. I'm at a point where I don't think twice about it anymore. What, now that I've said that, I am bound to forget one of those items. Probably, something stupid like not walking the dog. Sacrifice the dogs morning routine so I can get to the early. What an asshole, huh!?
Anyhoo, I got there just in time for the tide to fill into its highest point. Now, don't get me wrong, there were still waves to be had, but I would have to work harder for them or sit way inside. Today, a did a little bit of both. I suited up, minus the booties(I think I can start leaving those at home again), and sprinted to the least crowded spot. As I was jumping in, there were three beginners attempting to paddle out. Gosh, I remember those days like it was yesterday. Wait, yesterday, I did feel like a beginner.
After making it to the outside on a pretty uneventful paddle out, I did something I don't think I've done on my fish before. As I sat up on my board, a set comes through. There were only three guys out, and I know all of them. Two of the long boarders paddles into waves, so that leaves me sitting on the outside as the last wave of the set approaches. I swing and start paddling for it. It was a steeper windswell wave, but nonetheless, about shoulder high. I stroked just a little bit, and felt the wave jack up. Got to my feet and cranked a turn and started gliding down the face. The lip was just featuring but allowed me to play on it a bit. Cutback to meet the curl, and cranked it back up the face and made a clean exit.
At this point I could already call it a day, as it was a really fun wave. I got back to the outside, and waited just a little bit. Another set looms and the longboarders get their share. I stroke into another wave, but this time I was a bit too deep and had no option but to turn straight. Well, I guess I should of cranked a true bottom turn, but I didn't get to do that. I'm making a mental note to do that.
Last great wave before the tide really kills it comes long about 15 minutes later. It was very similar to my first wave, but this time, I had the pick of the litter and stroked into another fun little peeler. This wave was similar to the first one I had, except I kinda stalled at the peak before the board fully committed. It was like levitating on water. Nevertheless, as I started dropping in, I cranked a turn and trimmed down the face.
Then the tide killed it. On top of that, it was such a nice day, I had thoughts of lounging around at home. So instead of heading downtown to work, I aimed the car homeward bound and just worked in front of the TV.