Today was supposed to be good. The forecasts called for combo swell goodness, though the SW was supposed to be backing down. The NW swell was going to be kicking in.
I had my hopes up on the walk up, with visions of spinning cylinders dancing through my head.
The waves, unfortunately, didn't look good. There was almost nothing between Wisconsin and Tyson, I decided to head south. It HAD to be better, right?
Eventually, after a good 400 steps, I saw what looked like a worthy peak. I pressed on another 50 or so paces thinking I would get shuttled to this peak with the current.
It worked out. I got a couple of forgettable waves, but then my third wave was pretty nice. I dropped in, pumped once, then did a quick snap at the top, getting a slight view of the spray coming off my rail. I dropped back down and the wave closed out. I had some speed so I went for a foam climb but my fins washed out and I just sat there until gravity sorted me out. I fell awkwardly into the frothy soup.
The rest of my waves were closeouts.