My cousin and best man Tommy arrived last night and was excited about surfing. He had not gone since I saw him in El Salvador over a year ago. He lives in DC and the waves within driving distance leave a lot to be desired, unless we're talking about hurricane season.
As we walked to the surf, I extolled tales of what he might expect. Considering his last session was in El Salvador, I may have overblown it a bit.
The waves did not disappoint. What normally would have been lazy bumps tripping over themselves every ten or fifteen yards was in fact a sight I hadn't seen since July 20th, and before that, winter. A wave would peak, throw, then peel for 20+yards at a time before closing out.
I caught easily a dozen waves, the most I've caught in one session in a LONG time. It was a combination of consistency, lack of people, jonesing after a long lull in swell, and having my cousin Tom in town.
Waves that stick in my memory include a pretty long floater to finish off a left. Another one is a sick hit I did on a left and threw a good amount of spray.
You'll have to excuse my lack of memory from such a seemingly memorable session, but I've surfed so many times since this that my short-term memory is waterlogged (ha!)
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