Apparently, word had gotten out about the previous day's session. This is more common than you might think. People who were out on a day like the previous day can't help but to tell their buddies (usually while exaggerating) about how hard they blew it by not paddling out.
As a result, the previous day's sandbar was packed. It didn't look as good as when I'd surfed it. I opted to turn left at the bottom of the ramp at Wisconsin Street.
My first wave was an insta-barrel. I'm still working on my half-descent arm stall technique and the results reflected that. I got into the barrel and wasn't able to contort myself into its restrictive confines. I landed on my back.
I caught another left that was borderline. I thought I might have caught it too late. I popped up and made the drop, but the wave had passed me by already.
The last memorable wave involved a quick barreling left that I was going to switch crab grab, but I got my wires crossed and ended up switch pig-dogging. I got covered up, but pulled through the back. I don't think I would've made it if it had been a right.
The rest of the session involved my paddling for, and deciding to not go on, a half dozen waves. The wind gusted slightly, from zero to perhaps two knots, and that was enough of an excuse for me to call it a session.