We met at the usual time and at the usual place. MD's was absolutely dreadful. We saw a guy fade off a couple of waves. We were still mad at the place for denying us a ride on its sweet curves a few days prior, so we shined it in favor of good old NoTePads. A tip from Trevor ("Best NoTePads EVER") from the day before got us a little excited, but my expectations were tempered considering how crappy MD's looked.
We parked at our destination and Mike loaded up into The Rad. He was instantly blessed by the sweet jams of the GuyPod. Some would say it was these tunes which motivated him to suit up despite the conditions. The waves would spill over, but they were so fat and had so much water on them that staying on them would be a challenge. We saw a couple of possibly rideable waves out there, so we talked ourselves into paddling out.
Our pre-paddle pow-wow didn't betray us. It was as shitty as it had looked from the comfort of The Rad. Many waves were caught, but not many waves were ridden. It was a challenge just to descend into the troughs of these marshmallows. The bright side of course, is that we were by ourselves, in nature, with not one player hater in sight.
The wave of the day, and the only one I can really describe due to the others running together, was one I caught that turned into a double-up on take-off. I was the beneficiary of a quick burst of speed, which ran out, less than ten yards through the wave. I managed to somehow stay on this slowpoke, and made the inside connection. I got one quick burst of speed and came up nicely off the bottom, meeting the lip to slash it, then popping back down.
The water's getting really cold and it may be time to break out the gloves and booties soon.