We sat in Scott's truck for almost an hour, staring at the waves, bemoaning the lack of planing winds, and jibbering like fools. We are wind chimps, after all. The Bowl waves looked tasty (3-5') and some surfers were catching some action, but there was a shortage of whitecaps. Finally Jeff decided to try SUPsailing, and when he started planing the rest of us decided to rig.
Good choice!
Jeff was soon on his 100 liter with a 5.3, planing "often". I was powered on my 6.2 and 109, and the rest of the guys (now including Jimi and Eric) were in various states of power. Soon Bill Barber arrived, and announced that Bowl was his personal property. "This is my beach," Bill proclaimed. "I was here before any of you m**********rs." Content with his dominion over the beach, jetty, water and waves, Bill neither rigged nor command us to vacate, so we continued to play as the waves on the outside grew to a crumbly 6-7'. By and by the Wolf packed it in (but not before catching one fine wave ride on the inside) Jimi and Eric lost interest (or was it the fog) Scott said he was calling it a day, and it was just Jeff and I. Until a large hole in the wind materialized as eight feet of swell reared up in front of me. I shlogged over before it broke, yelled to Jeff "too big for me in this wind" and wimpered back to the beach.
For future reference it's worth noting that the Mecox meter showed SE 15-18 during the sesh. That's enough to go, we now know!
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