I was aching to paddle out as daddy duty (once because of Chucho) had prevented me from doing so the last couple of days.
I wasn't expecting much and not much is what I got.
There was an unhealthy amount of heads bobbing in the line-up, mostly towards Wyoming. For this reason, I paddled out at Colorado proper.
I caught three waves in about an hour.
The first was so memorable it escapes recollection.
The second was a right which looked oh so pretty as it wedged just behind me, but then closed out hopelessly.
My last was the best one. I snapstalled and set up right next to the wall with muted expectations. I enjoyed a millisecond of tunnel vision, but the lip for whatever reason hit me right in the head despite my superior positioning.
I sat for about forty-five minutes as the wind kicked up and made the waves ugly as sin. The consistency suffered as well. Though Wyoming was offering up more waves I had zero interest in battling that flotilla.
I wasn't expecting much and not much is what I got.
There was an unhealthy amount of heads bobbing in the line-up, mostly towards Wyoming. For this reason, I paddled out at Colorado proper.
I caught three waves in about an hour.
The first was so memorable it escapes recollection.
The second was a right which looked oh so pretty as it wedged just behind me, but then closed out hopelessly.
My last was the best one. I snapstalled and set up right next to the wall with muted expectations. I enjoyed a millisecond of tunnel vision, but the lip for whatever reason hit me right in the head despite my superior positioning.
I sat for about forty-five minutes as the wind kicked up and made the waves ugly as sin. The consistency suffered as well. Though Wyoming was offering up more waves I had zero interest in battling that flotilla.
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