After the delicious bounty upon which we feasted this morning, we came back for seconds. It had been a LONG time since my last afternoon session and I was going to be trunking it, so two long streaks broken...!
We paddled out right at the foot of the ramp of Wisconsin Street. The waves weren't as consistent as this morning, leaving me fretting this swell wouldn't be as strong as was expected.
The waves were a little bit lazier than I would have liked. For this, I blame the tide. The crowd was bigger than I'd anticipated, drawn out most likely by the gorgeous weather.
The waves I caught varied between crashing-right-by-the-shore shore pound and oafish-but-decent-sized outside waves which did or (usually) did not connect to the inside steeps.
The one memorable wave I caught involved me jumping on a shorebreak wave, pumping one too many times, and attacking a wave sideways, making me flop onto my back.
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