“It’s not raining…what are we doing here” I asked the Wolf.
“It’s rare” he replied. “What a day!”
Indeed. When conditions are prime for the Bowl, rain usually accompanies the eastern wind. And there’s a bit of chop on the water too. But not yesterday. Warm sun, smooth waters, luxuriously long periods between the waves and no shore break combined to serve up the Return to Waves that we all needed (I needed it, at any rate!)
Scott, George Pav, the Wolf, Hulse (strung to a kite) Jan and Bruce, and later Jon Ford reveled in the 4.7-5.4 conditions. Swell was 4-5 feet with the occasional six footer…and CLEAN. I completely blew the sail flip jibing on the face of a 5 footer, but I was well placed on the wave and I’d swear my board speed never dropped below 20 as I fumbled my way to the inbound tack. Suh Weet. Would have been an ideal day for ocean novices. No walks of shame, no beach break rejections, no rides through the inlet.
Oh Happy Day.
(What is wrong with this picture? It's sunny at the Bowl!)
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