Monday morning resulted in my waking up and jetting up to Oside. Unfortunately, the surf had dropped to the point where it was being smothered by the tide. I didn't bother checking Jetty/Harbor and looped back down onto the 101. North north Carlsbad weakened my optimism with its usual lack of luster. I was about to cement this day in history as a dry day when I made the fateful decision to keep on keeping on the 101.
I spotted an oh-so-surfable set and I pulled into the just-off-the-street spot, next to an older couple solving their respective Sudoku puzzles. I suited up and bounded down the cliff.
I was especially excited at the prospect of surfing by myself. I paddled out and was surprised at the froth surging through my frontal cortex.
The inside was very abrupt shorebreak on which you could maybe get a turn in if you were in the right spot and extremely efficient in your drop-turn-smack progression. I opted for the rarer, meatier outsiders.
After paddling and missing a couple due to lack of steeps, I caught a left which had some slope to it, but fizzled quickly. The lip slid down the face more than it crashed. I jumped over it.
It took sixteen minutes of a lot of frustrating paddling and pulling back from lame mushburgers before I stood up again. This time I was on a right. I thought I'd caught it, then thought better. I set my chest down on the deck and windmilled with both arms. I did finally drop down the face, to be greeted by a closeout as the entire section felt bottom at the same time.
I caught a quick left not five minutes later, more towards the inside. I pumped up and down a couple of times, then did a mid-face slash. I felt the falling lip hit my board and it threw me off and down into the water.
During the ride, I heard a guy hoot from the cliff. I looked up and he was wearing a road crew vest (fluorescent yellow) and gave me either thumps up or shaka.
I was so excited to see a decent left that on my next wave, I leaned too far forward and on my front foot. The fins gave out, not in a good way, and I awkwardly shoulder-checked the wave.
My next wave was an umph-lacking left. I pumped up, then slowly back down. I then did a really weak fade cutty so as to stay closer to the source. There was no pleasant surprise at the end of this one and I kicked out.
I caught a right and gingerly set my feet. I knew any mistake would crush my chances with this relative gem. I pumped up very slightly, then rushed up to the lip. The lip came at me sooner than I'd expected. I elevated and leaned back and was either elevated by the lip or levitated up to it. I hung up on the lip then managed to bring it around. It looked like a longboard floater. It felt a lot cooler than it looked on the GoPro.
I'd had enough letdowns for one day, so I packed it in.