Because of our experience days earlier, we decided to just suit up and paddle out. Mike mentioned after we had suited up that the bridge was working again and we could've parked about as close to the beach as you can in California. Oh well, it was a beautiful, albeit cold walk out to the breakers.
We walked a good amount south before paddling out. The waves were about chest-high on the sets and barreling. Sounds good right? Well, the whole story is that they were closing out and HARD.
About halfway through the session, after getting barreled for the umpteenth time, I duckdived and turned my head sideways and these were, without a doubt, the longest closeouts I'd ever seen. As M-I-M put it, the swell angle was directly pounding into the shore which, in turn, was angled directly at the swell. The closeouts broke almost all at once in 100 yards in either direction.
It was as though the direction of the shoreline and the angle of the swell were making sweet passionate love with no sandbar interference, leading to explosion after explosion. I know I was turned on!
Most of the barrels I got run together. All of them were crab grabs, some switch. None of them were made. I recorded a dozen clips of me throwing myself over the ledge into impossible barrels just trying to get some tube time. There were several I didn't film as some of the wedges came out of nowhere and I didn't have enough time to push the button down. There were no real standouts, so I will spare you the footy.
There were a few where I noticed my board is angled too much toward the shore, and the lip would crash on the board, wiping me out. I will have to note this in future crab grab attempts.
There were two waves I caught and was able to pump on a couple of times, but there was nowhere to go.
Mike and I marveled at how far south we were pushed by the longshore current and looked forward to our almost-hike back to our respective rides.