There was a crowd on the water. Frank, Joe, Christian, Jeff, Jonathan, Nicholas, the Wolf, Scott (yaking) and many more, chasing the copious lefts. Thigh-to-waist high, sunny warm and beautiful, every Sunday should be this way.
A highlight for me was being "perfectly slotted" according to Jon (on one wave). I am still such a kook on the waves that when I occasionally have a great ride (ie when someone else tells me I looked good) I usually don't know what I was doing differently. Argh. Still have fun though!