The previous night, I was told to bring my biggest board for the morning sesh as it would be triple overhead. I replied, "Guess I'll be bringing the 5'10"!". And bring it I did!
I was the only one on the beach when I slipped on my jacket and earplugs. I walked out to the sandspit and, if not for making it late over an inside wave (and the offshore causing the spray to needle me), I would have paddled out with completely dry hair.
There was definitely a lot of water moving around but it certainly wasn't triple overhead, not even double overhead. I paddled towards PC to make up for my sandspit shortcut and perched. One other dude was paddling out diagonally from that direction.
It was less than ten minutes before a set came. The first wave obliterated me. I gathered my thoughts and my board and pressed on. I made it over the second wave of the set and elected to whirl around and catch the third.
At first I didn't think I was going to catch it, but with a few extra paddles it did. I semi airdropped down the right, definitely overhead but not scarily so. I was starting the bottom turn and I hit a chop and went flying.
I paddled back out and an endless train of waves bore down on me. The other dude caught the right behind me and was ahead of me towards the priority buoy. I eventually passed him and after five minutes of the paddle-paddle-duckdive gauntlet I looked back and was disheartened to see we'd been moving backwards.
I flailed around for maybe ten minutes total and was over it. The incoming swell coupled with the apexing high tide combined to kill my amperage. After not having made eye contact with the one other dude, I sat on my board, looked over at him and caught his eye. I did a throat slit motion with my finger (in retrospect it might have looked as though I was threatening his life), he smiled, and I caught the next wall of whitewater in.
I briefly considered checking out the beachbreak but figured it would be crappy as the sand is askew.
I was the only one on the beach when I slipped on my jacket and earplugs. I walked out to the sandspit and, if not for making it late over an inside wave (and the offshore causing the spray to needle me), I would have paddled out with completely dry hair.
There was definitely a lot of water moving around but it certainly wasn't triple overhead, not even double overhead. I paddled towards PC to make up for my sandspit shortcut and perched. One other dude was paddling out diagonally from that direction.
It was less than ten minutes before a set came. The first wave obliterated me. I gathered my thoughts and my board and pressed on. I made it over the second wave of the set and elected to whirl around and catch the third.
At first I didn't think I was going to catch it, but with a few extra paddles it did. I semi airdropped down the right, definitely overhead but not scarily so. I was starting the bottom turn and I hit a chop and went flying.
I paddled back out and an endless train of waves bore down on me. The other dude caught the right behind me and was ahead of me towards the priority buoy. I eventually passed him and after five minutes of the paddle-paddle-duckdive gauntlet I looked back and was disheartened to see we'd been moving backwards.
I flailed around for maybe ten minutes total and was over it. The incoming swell coupled with the apexing high tide combined to kill my amperage. After not having made eye contact with the one other dude, I sat on my board, looked over at him and caught his eye. I did a throat slit motion with my finger (in retrospect it might have looked as though I was threatening his life), he smiled, and I caught the next wall of whitewater in.
I briefly considered checking out the beachbreak but figured it would be crappy as the sand is askew.
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