I made my way down there and the waves were better than anticipated. The crowds were out in full force. As a result, I went south at Wisconsin to get away from the in-plain-sight convenience peaks.
After an uneventful paddle-out, I perched and was rewarded with my first wave within eight minutes or so. It was steep and everyone was watching, including a guy in front of me who saw the fire and pulled back. I didn't want to go but I pretty much had to given the guy pulling back and having all eyes on me.
I airdropped down and pearled almost instantly. Oof.
After waiting an hour for a wave that didn't close out, I caught one on which I was able to pump down the line and not much more. The saving grace was the super pump I did in the critical section of the wave. I was able to cover a lot of ground.
There was a shouting match after a young guy shamelessly burned an older dude and the older dude let him have it. Deliciously.