The waves were bad. I knew this.
The air was hot. I knew this.
I decided to just go paddle around and bask in the gorgeous weather without being negatively affected by it.
I had a hard time finding a decent corner, taking off on quite a few closeouts. The waves were a bit bigger, which I attribute to the tide, more than anything, and MAYBE a slight kick in the windswell.
My last wave was by far my best. I was able to descend a double-up and SMASH the oncoming whitewater. I ecstatically claimed it with a fist up in the air, more out of relief and surprise that I got anything going in the crappy conditions.