Another week or so break in between sessions, and I was raring to get wet. My first glance of the water at the end of Mission Avenue revealed something I hadn't witnessed in months: "decent" waves! I excitedly checked Tyson and, farther south, Wisconsin. I realized I would be surfing today. The tide was recovering from a low extreme and I felt Harbor would be worth a check as the tide was still so low.
I U-Turned and sling-shotted up there, found something I liked, and parked. While walking, I spotted a sweet, steep A-frame fold over and made the fateful decision to stick with Condors, pretty much in the middle of Harbor, on a sandbar I've been fancying for quite some time.
I paddled out and took in the relative emptiness of the line-up. As the session progressed, it become apparent as to why I was so poorly accompanied. The waves would jack up, then either close out or not break.
I didn't catch ANY waves of note and went in after about seventy minutes with no worthwhile footy to show for it.
Luckily, I had the right mindset and was just happy to be
back in the water.
On my way home, I checked Wisconsin and realized I'd made a mistake surfing where I'd done so. Then I reached a new realization: ANYwhere was better than where I'd surfed. Oh well, tomorrow would be another day...!