The tide was very high and I didn't know if anything would be breaking. The waves at Buc Beach were forgettable. S. Wisconsin looked ok, but the waves there were nothing to make me froth. Then I saw a set break at the pier and I pulled into the free lot by the Dairy Queen and made my way to the sand.
The paddle-out wasn't bad, and it felt good having the warmer-than-I-remember-from-nearly-three-weeks-ago water wash over me without penalizing me with pain.
Seeing as to how it was the first booming swell in a LONG time, there was a pack out there. One guy who was tearing the place apart reminded me of a younger version of Panamanian rap legend and godfather of Reggaeton (before it turned to muck), El General:
I was paddling with, then against the pack trying to secure a nug to call my own. I caught a left that closed out, then when paddling back out I saw El Generalito catch a bomb on the outside and shred it. Easily WQS talent, that guy...
I caught a couple of other waves whose rides escape me. The last wave was a right I caught near the pier. It sectioned off, then opened up, but its shoulder was slouched by the still-fat tide.