After feverishly extolling the breath of fresh air that was the previous morning's session, I was able to convince Mike to come up to Oside for a bit of S swell goodness.
My cousin Tom was over it, as his back was still aching from the plane ride over, exacerbated by the double dose of bending it in ways he's not used to.
The waves weren't nearly as good as the previous day's, but they were consistent.
I had a solid hit on a right on which I felt as though I threw a bunch of spray.
I was able to get a nice left on which I smashed the lip, finishing the wave. Mike gave me his fist pump of approval on that one.
I also did a solid floater.
I offered Mike the opportunity to try my board and he was over it. It was probably of out habit, but if I had the chance to try out new technology, I would take it!