The heat was driving me crazy and I was wanting to get some nice cold water on me to cool down. I was initially going to go to George's, but at the last minute, decided to turn left onto the San Elijo towards D Street.
I figured the surf would be rank, so I brought the fish with me.
I parked a bit far due to summer parking issues and made my way down. I ambled around the lifeguard tower and was shocked at how crowded it was. This was without a doubt the most crowded I'd ever seen D Street. It looked like a more spread-out Lowers.
The waves were SO much better than I'd expected, and I immediately longed for my DHD. Oh well, at least I was out here. I was trunking it to maximize the cooling effect.
My first wave was a right. I descended it, rose up to the shoulder and leaned hard into a cutty, just like I would've on the DHD. I turned, my board didn't, and I faceplanted.
There were so many rippers out. A lot of groms were out. I witnessed a pre-pubescent grom burn a guy a couple of years older than me on the wave of the day, forcing the middle-aged man to straighten out on a wave he had indubitably waited a long time for. The grom's friends' high-pitched squeals egged him on. I found it distasteful.
The sun was beginning to fade toward the horizon, and I still had not caught a good wave. The rabid pack was making things very difficult. I saw a guy super-pumping with every pump, boosting off a backside ramp. It was the biggest backside boost I'd seen in a long time, possibly this decade. He didn't land it though, but he styled throughout his flight.
I paddled a bit farther out than most of the pack and within fifteen minutes, I found my chance. I paddled hard for it and noticed a guy to my inside paddling too. I made eye contact with him and let him know as much as I could with my eyes, that he should not keep paddling for the wave. He finally acquiesced and I took off on my wave of the day. I pumped a few times, then went for a bank off the top. Still being used to my shortboard, I leaned too far back while balancing on top of the wave. I flopped onto my back.
I went out for one last wave before I decided to call it a day. I was beginning to get chilly and was pleased at no longer being sticky.