After the previous day's debacle, Mike and I headed for more southern pastures.
The waves were bigger and less closed out, but their penchant for fattening up after the initial steep section was worrisome.
My first wave was a right that had promise. While bottom-turning, I cut it short to a more horizontal trajectory due to the lack of steepness to it. It was all for naught, as I got pushed off the back by the bulge of water.
Mike was paddling out after having caught one of his own (but a quality wave, relative to the conditions) and I saw an opportunity for stoking him out with a close-up view of a switch crab grab, a move no other surfer I've seen in person, in the magazines, or in surf videos has been able to (or, some would say, willing to) do. I dropped almost straight down, but got into the barrel but didn't get far before I slammed.
No other waves come to mind, but I remember being bummed out about the lack of decent waves. We are in fall, the absolute best season for waves because of the drop in crowds, frequent Santa Ana winds and crossed-up swells. So far all we've had is the welcome drop in heads...